In the realm of Monday's dawn, Existential dread, my heart is drawn. The 9-5 grind begins anew, A routine that feels all too true.
From the moment alarm bells chime, I'm caught in the rhythm of ticking time. A symphony of office walls, The mundane melody that enthralls.
Through crowded streets, I make my way, Lost amidst the masses, day by day. An invisible cog within the machine, Bound by expectations, unseen.
The weight of deadlines hangs so near, A constant reminder of my deepest fear. In this sea of suits, I blend and fade, Yearning for a life less confined, unswayed.