*Sigh*

Feet to the ceiling, head on the floor,
Wierd or weary, i couldn't tell anymore,
With all these things that happen of late,
unsavory things to chew on my plate..

Work is work, is all i can say,
While there is still a purpose to stay,
Hard at thoughts of work in my head,
Now thinking of life instead..

Faces come and faces go,
What horrors they might bring, i would never know,
A flood of tasks, unable to hold,
My workload would increase tenfold..

One did manage to catch my attention,
A fair lady, as i should mention,
Managed to roll me back to my feet,
As i panicked and managed a squeaky greet..

The stuff she gave is okay, i say,
And reasonable too, a great clue,
For once someone that is happy to stay,
Why would she choose me, i never knew..

As i work my way to completion,
I'd steal glimpses of the person in mention,
Maybe, maybe, i say to me,
Laughed at the silly thought that got free..

My thoughts and the feel is just my own,
although i wish i could still share,
Maybe i'm just a wishing clown,
Keeping my heart from being laid bare..

I should now get back to work,
But knowing now that life is a perk,
To see, to smile, and remember that face,
A visiting sunshine in a dark enclosed space..

At least i'm good at this, i say to me,
And some of these things are not so bad,
I imagine the disaster if somewhere else i be,
I guess there's a lot of things i am glad..