If the clock ever struck 5
If the clock ever struck 5 , If the clock ever struck 5, I promise I would go home, The bus leaves at 6, but I promise I will go home, It’s a weary, long day and looking out of the window is my only solace, The little birds twittering around, squirrels running around, Oh but when the clock strikes one, I can take an oath on the holy lord, then the clock doesn’t move, Between one to four, the world comes to a standstill, All you can hear slow humming of machines, the soft tapping sounds of keyboard, And a few day dreamers like me staring out of the window, There are many like me, I do feel that, We are a hidden tribe, who only want to escape work when the clock strikes 5, And its not that I dread work, I love work, It pays for my luxuries, But the constant chatting, calling, sounds, brings no peace to my little mind. A little nap should be allowed at work, I wonder why it is frowned upon, It is uncomfortable to sleep at a desk, while your colleagues are looming around, I am ...