I had a job
which I really hated,
it killed the brain cells
which made me creative.
Every day was
the same routine
leaving me too tired
to do anything in between.
But bills had to be paid
and hungry mouths fed,
I thought this was it
until the day I was dead.
Then one day
I realised I had only one life
and after some hair pulling
I had a chat with my wife.
I explained to her
how unhappy I was
she said she knew
and could guess the cause.
The very next day
I told my boss to get lost
happiness is more important
no matter what the cost.
