We're at the start of

Summer and I've barely

Gone outside—

Maybe just a couple of times—

To walk and enjoy the trees,

But all there is to do is work

And sleep and work

And eat and thankfully read

But work—watch movies or TV

In an attempt to recharge

Because there is no energy left,

Just enough to work, work, work,

When I'd rather smell campfires

And lounge around my home

Without the bane of work hovering;

Waiting for the clock to strike—

Time to punch in!

I'd rather not—but I'm sure

Most of us would rather not,

Yet here we are.