For Without Cream

Coffee in the morning rush Walking to stay busy like the rest Taking my sips of freedom Sun is just high to see light Pavement not yet warmed up Traffic buzzing slow in attack Yet something about this is off Routines were never a favorite Mondays remind me of the color blue Office chatter and the days task at hand Papers rustled and recycled I feel fatigued at eight o'clock For without the cream of life Things are always the same Separate but equal to nothing Even the children are lost for passion Flowers handle their fame Night arrives on schedule