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