Painting My Way
My wall
The paint is now chipping
As cracks seem to appear almost magically
Each day, a new crack, more paint chips on the floor
My life
What was strong now weakens
As if problems just appear from mid air
Each day, a new problem, more things to fix
This painter wants to sleep
Or rather hire someone else for the job
It is always so tiring and at most times futile
Why can’t someone else please bear the burden of this work?
It is my job
My responsibility
I can have other painters
But they should still report to me
I will take control
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