I wake up in bed these days at something like 5 am
I hear the traffic from afar start to wind up again
The endless traffic carrying people off to work
Iíve done this for years, and I canít believe my luck.
Mid last year I left my job, the stress too much for me
Depleted resources, no support, but this I couldnít see
For 12 months I carried on in my 40 years of work
Until the stress led me to a point where I could I could hardly talk.
I had an epiphany and decided this was no longer for me
I could not continue to sell my soul
I was prostituting myself for little more than a metaphorical bowl
Of gruel Ė how cruel.