Working Nine to Five

Well, I'm back doing the standard daily grind, and it's just plain horrible. Even after just a few days, I can feel my soul being ground down to dust inside me, and any joy and laughter I once possessed crushed into oblivion. I won't divulge who I'm working for, but it doesn't matter. Crowds of blank, grey faces mirror my own on the bus each morning, struggling to keep from dropping dead on the spot from pure despair. No meaning, no explanation, no plan. I don't get angry at losing my dreams, because I can't remember what they were anymore. I'm numb and lobotomised, another sad zombie trudging down the road to nowhere.

But I am earning some pretty good money.