Life,
anywhere,
nowhere,
somewhere,
here,
inbetween,
the happinness and the fear,
the fear of not being able to achieve anything much at all in life,
and at the end of a long day,
there is a calm serenity,
in the quiet soliloquy of the aftermath of the day,
as we sit exhausted with not much to say,
sat too tired too think,
but not wanting to sleep,
but wanting to do something,
wanting to enjoy something,
but too tired to truly enjoy anything,
and working all hours far too often for far too little pay,
yes, that is the reality for most but that sadly is the modern way,
and the work life balance is all wrong these days,
and how we often sit at the end of the day,
in a daze with not much to say,
having achieved very little,
and how frustrating it is,
how frustrating it is to be so beaten into submission by work and so numbed,
so numbed that you can barely think of any words to say,
as you sit with a head so weary that you cannot think straight,
and all you can do is, think of a holiday,
a bloody good holiday.