Daylight shimmers through the silk and blinds,
And coffee simmers on the island table.
Papers are stacked neatly filling the workspace,
The soft of the seat melting your stress away.
But, the lie is what gets the world,
A thunderstorm roars and darkness to your dismay,
Does coffee have a metallic after taste?
Papers pile up suffocating the room,
The squeaks and wobble of the chair aches your back.
Because, nothing is ever good.
