It will end soon, won't it?

Something I wrote to while away the time as I was waiting for breakfast.

Just a mundane life
and lots of work to do
Odd hours at work
And no socialisation too

I feel like a fish out of water
To use the cliched old phrase
But this has to be the summer of content
If I have to get out of the maze

Mornings are for sleeping
No time to get inspired
Work the evening out
And come back home tired

Then trying to wake up
Just in time to eat
The merry morning breakfast
That's a mean feat

My body clock is adjusting
It makes me throw tantrums
Freed of my company
Glad must be my chums

And all those mails keep coming
Promising parties wild
Just like mirages in the desert
You feel like a deprived child

And what to talk of the sun
All of us its going to roast
I feel burnt to a crisp
Just like my morning toast

So I'm counting the days
Till college begins again
Now come to think of it
A month ago 'twas our bane
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