The cycle-something to ponder about

Kriiii........iinggggggg the morning bell rings,off they get,battling the heavy liquid in the head whose gravity forces it down to the directions of the soft and comfy, a battle begins here right to the bays of the bathroom and the knob of the showerhead,a cold pouring later,the cold is now rushed to be warmed in office wool before storming out the front door,often leaving things or in some cases,people behind, get into the very machine which causes the whole cycle to happen before battling the jam just to get to a place where they will be provided with a good dose of early morning stress up till a point their stomach is churning to be fed and off they go, all with their formal suits and lanyards and tags filled with ID's which portrays to which corporation they have been enslaved too.After a brief hour of food and loud chit-chat, as soon as the glass door to the big entrance opens, silence is welcomed and the cycle continues for another couple of hours before everyone rushes out to their warmed up cars and heated up steering wheel before enduring another stretch of city nightmare for an hour or two, and in some instance stopping at a booth to hand out money to the very government that has slaved them.Finally home or a watering hole is the destination and the old grandfather clock goes Tik Tok Tik Tok, four hours left including the night servings before bed beckons,and so bewitched are these creatures that they creep on their beds to go to a place where life seems more worth living, a sweet paradise perhaps or to the insomniacs, the sad nightmare continues.Kriiii........iinggggggg the morning bell rings again, repeat.

And to come to think about it, I went through 11 years of primary and secondary education before paying 70k for another 5 years of tertiary to get me this.