The work cries out to me

Calling out my name

Begging to be finished

Saying I’m the one
 

All others pass me by

Gazing at the load

Either not raising a finger

Or adding to the load
 

The vain in my head throbs

Like a bomb ready to blow

Sweat glistens on my body

As if I came from the gym
 

It will all be over soon,

I repeat inside my head

Calm yourself and press on

For it will all be over soon