A Normal Day Where do the hours between five and eleven go? Have to get to bed for work tomorrow, On the way I see the same faces, Not one to offer a smile, Who am I to complain, When I am just the same, Five hours in and I'm on auto pilot, Locked inside these four walls, The shutter goes up and I get a glimpse of the outside world, Wishing I could be anywhere else, I really don't know much about anything, But what I do know is there is more than this, I always seem to do more work than play, Oh well, it's just another normal day.
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