wake up, no food

i'm starting to think this is not my day

a big cloud, the rain

in the slippery ground i sprain my foot

no bus, passing by

maybe i will be late again

at work, my boss

starts to shout and put me down



i realize this is not my day

i really want to go away

i started my life in a bad hair day



midday, lunch time

that smell is not a good sign

my pen sleeps away

how will i finish my job?

black out, no lights

18 floors by stairs, it seems like the night

my bed, finally

the only thing i wish for is a good dream