there comes a time in every life

a missed window of opportunity
i know what will make me better
dragging my sack of flesh out of bed in the morning
taking it to work
where i go through the motions
inch by inch
step by step
agonizing in its numbness no feelings just blank painful seething boredom
while each second another sliver of my soul is scraped away
like a razor scraping
making my head better for some eternal workday drudgery?
i think not.