Getting up in the morning
comb my wavy hair and look into mirror
I feel I want to fly and ask from the man in the mirror
Is your world taste like mine...
Historical movies for sake of entertainment
Love story with expectation
God for charity
and Friends for bottle of Bear...
I wear my shirt and jeans, my usual style
turn on my car and walk down stairs
thinking about my boss, thinking about my bills
thinking about rent
thinking about future
thinking about routin, brutal future...
Future was just like yesterday
Driving my car and wearing my sunglasses
despite of fact, I call myself sunrise but always hate to see her rays in my eyes...
thinking behind my wheel as I am drifting behind the truck
which said you think your job sucks...
thinking about my childhood,
my childhood dreams
my blanket would make me superman
without need of anything else
and my games with my friend, had no winner
we would laugh together and cry together,
no one would cry alone
but as we grow, as we get mature
we start to think alone
grow alone
think about
climbing alone
without knowing that
winner will stand alone...
As I reach the office, I see my boss
he pick on me as he wearing his sunglasses
first one look at watch then at my face
his responde to my greeting depends on that watch...
If it shows few minutes after 8, he will be upset
If it is few minutes before, he will be happy...
as I crawl behind my desk and start my marathon
the meaning of my day will get completed...
I am making this much of profit and cause this much of loss...
The value of my life, the love which my parents they spend to make me will be counted
on the desk of office manager and as usual as a good citizen, I pay my tax
I pay for my pension, the retirement which maybe one day comes...
As day passes, my work will get completed, my childhood dreams will fade away and my boss in more happy...
Cause I was useful to his organization, who cares about my childhood dreams, this is all about true love
It is all about green love but unfortunately this green love has less value tomorrow
or maybe less value now...
and dream of superman never has value, although never lost its initial value...
As my day gets over, I write my time sheet, pass the door of my boss, say couple of fake sentences
see in his eyes, he wants me to leave cause standing me over there does not have any more dollar value so I run through the door, to my car to go home and feel sad because today I did not do anything to become superman... I just finished my weekday...
this is how are days fly by....
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