Worm Work

I wake up early in the morning
but after the birds have started twittering;
I don't wake up that early
as that is unhealthy
- the early bird gets the worm,
I have a quick breakfast
of some sustenance
and mug of mud to wash it down
then suit up so I am well suited for my job,
before I leave my little piece of land I call home
to join in the everyday rat race
where I take the underground
to then go about my work
just like everyone else around me;
to even the eagle eyed
I am just another worm and lowlife
hardly of any note or notice
wriggling along an inexorable timeline.
I work in a small space
doing more or less the same thing each and every day
slowly boring my way through my workload
just another one going about their business,
I usually have lunch alone
the solitary peace a nice change of pace
before its back to munching away at my tasks
labouring away at the production in its line
in my official space
ever onwards and forwards,
the constant boring through similar assignments
ploughing through the projects
endeavouring in progressive excavation,
until the work day finishes
and it is back through the underground
back to my humble home
to have some short time of relaxation
before I go to sleep
and the cycle starts all over again tomorrow.