He went to work at nightfall,
at daybreak he went home to bed.
Each day crashed into the back
of the next one, until his life
was a crumpled wreck of moments
compressed together in a long line.
Hysteria, he thought, a bit over
the top. After all, everybody’s life
was as dull and repetitive as his,
they just didn’t whine as much.
Let it go, he said to himself,
let it go and then move on.
Take the money and live simply,
be in charge of what you do
and how you spend your time.
But it wasn’t that easy, he knew
that life’s a risk, a lot of work:
you have to hang on and hold tight.
© Rupert M Loydell
Illustration Nick Victor