I am on a roll working without a goal
I reach office by eleven only to be back home by seven
Once I am at my desk I check my mails at bulk
My dreams and aspirations soar high
I fantasize of having a glimpse of cities seven seas athwart
I wish I had enough riches to move in opulence
I get momentarily stirred to follow in the footsteps of Gates
Books on all the requisites I accumulate
But more than the content page, I turn to hate
Then I yawn looking at the monitor without blinking
“Let me start all over again tomorrow”, thinking
But that tomorrow never comes
And I carry on the idle routine with mum