When the dawn breaks and the day starts
I assume my place, mask in place
Carrying on the act as an art
Things like that just work the same way.
At work my mind whirs like crazy
Typing, thinking, typing, thinking
There’s no room for being lazy
There’s no room for idle trappings.
I would welcome this feeling, yes
Somehow content in this set-up
Knowing that I can do things best
Yet I’m still unsure when to stop.
I work with much gusto today
Seemingly working to the death
I don’t care what people would say
I’d work myself to my last breath.
Because when night casts its shadow
I go home feeling tired and spent
Already planning tomorrow
And the routine I’ll face again.
What I dread about being home
Is coming up to my own room
Dreading the fact I’d be alone
I don’t want to turn the knob soon.
Huddled in my pillows, I’d lay
Listening to my beating heart
With my eyes closed I’d see the grave
I’d relive it all from the start.
Because in the dark I would cry
My mask falls off and I’d give in
It’s in the darkness that I die
The ghost of your memories win.
