As sunbeams vanish on the sidewalks I walk on every night,
I’ve come to loathe the job I have and cannot make it right,
Long hours dominate me as I crawl my way back home,
past skyscrapers and glowing lights that I won’t get to roam.

I made a choice, I dreamed a job and devoured it at first pass,
but now my days on earth are spent hunched over a desk, alas
there are no lazy days of fun or rosy cheeks from rest,
my work overwhelms me as I try to be the best.

The days and weeks and months and years just lag and aren’t joyous,
friends we’ve made on projects always seem to just annoy us.

Cotton clothes and comfy shoes have burst out of my life,
If I had wings I’d fly away and scurry from my strife.
I know one day I’ll get ahead and shake off all these blues,
but no one said it would be so rough to pay my career dues.