Same Routine

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.