The pressure of modern life

At 7am the sunrise
Is nowhere to be seen
And the journey in to work today
takes place like its a dream

On auto pilot, yet again
The journey it is taken
And only when I step out of the car
Does my mind really awaken

I often wonder how the time,
A Half an hour, passed
It disappears in a blur most days
In a blink its gone so fast

And then it's in, and on with work
Another day begins
The pressure of the day it starts
Is it payment for my sins?

I enjoy my job, joking aside
Though some days I could cry
Some days are fine whist challenging
And others pass me by

And I wonder where did that day go
Just like the journey in.
I blink and I have missed it
It was a race I couldn't win

Sometimes the day is taken up
With things I had not planned
But customers they must come first
And god I'm in demand!

And by 7pm if I am lucky
The day will close again
Back out in to the darkness
And inevitably rain!

To join the race for home once more
And hopefully be in time
To kiss good night to my two kids
Before the wooden hill they climb.

And come 9pm ill settle down
A cuppa with the wife.
And think about tomorrow
And the pressure of modern life.