From office walls, I strive to break free
And venture homeward, where comfort be

A tale of tiresome journey I shall tell you
Tall cold buildings as I pass through

A dull path is what I tread each day
Where time and joy slowly slip away

The streets stretch long, like an endless thread
As if they mock the sleep that I shed

The traffic sounds like a ceaseless symphony of horns
Drills deep within, my patience it scorns

The sun, once vibrant, now fades away
It’s the same old experience, even today

Faces blur, as tired souls pass me by
Their frustration reflected in each sad eye

Weariness clings to my bones as I drive
The past good life, why can’t I just revive?

But for now there seems no escape from this depressing life
I feel as if it is killing me with a dreadful knife

The lights of the city flicker a monochromatic dance
I swear I shall break away from this livelihood at the first chance

But as I approach home which is my abode
The mundane laborious passage fades, my heart bestowed

For within these boundaries, where love resides
The bitterness of the day slowly subsides

So, even though boredom may fill this trip
Rest and peace is into which I shall now slip

For in the dance of monotony, I can attest
The worth of this journey lies in the homecoming zest

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