Work

Getting tired of this way
Got plenty work to do
Release this ball and chain
Got a picture in my mind
Of how I want to be
With the passing of time

For five days it's a strain
Monday to friday even in the rain
Robotic is how I feel
I long to break away long to be free

If I could do it my way
No more would I be blue
I'd do what I choose
If I could live my reality
No typing of letters making cups of tea
i'll leave it all behind

Getting tired of this way
Got plenty work to do
Release this ball and chain
Got a picture in my mind
Of how I want to be
With the passing of time

My ideal would be creative as can be
To sing yeah that is me
Just as I dreamed as a little girl
In my own big world

Where do I start, listen to my heart