This is THE END , my only Friend THE END

The day starts with blue and misty sky.
I take the bus,
to the road , I always wanted to go by,
Reach the destination,
But seems like the real one has gone by,
Take slow steps to the office door,
Keep the pace slow and low,
Take my seat, open the laptop,
Just feeling my mind saying to me “please stop”,
Want to see my friends picture in the wallpaper,
But funny as it may sound, I haven’t got one to set,
I put my coverall and helmet on,
Along with the heavy steel shoes, as if I am from Alcatraz,
Work the whole day, like a humanoid,
Filling up the garbage, in the self made void,
Work ends; take the bus back to the base,
Get stuck in a jam, moving at a snail pace,
By the night fall when I reach my room,
The echoes say I am destined for doom,
Put on TV, to listen to some music,
But every song seems to say move it move it,
Open the fridge, get a beer,
Go out in the balcony; see the sky so clear,
Asking myself why I am like this, what is it that I fear?
After living a day full of lies,
Go to the bed and close my eyes,
Just with a hope of finding a true friend the next morning,
Who will call and wake me up and say,
“get up dude, It’s not Sunday morning”.