Thursday Blues

A long night ahead still, and promise of another beautiful early morning at work,

As strokes of sleep jolted me to the realities of my thrilling cube…

All hopes and dreams of faraway adventures

Squealed in the quagmire of financials

Begging to be rescued, set free, and soar

In an attempt to spruce up my life,

A trip to the dentist was just the spice

That set my right cheek and grey cells to tingle

As strains of Novacane and pained dreams lingered,

I continued to hallucinate and wonder…

Stock market and thoughts flew asunder,

Alas! Wake up, boss' fire you're under!

:D