Ms P wants to play

Ms P wants to play.

Ms P is sittng
and typing
for many days
Wondering whether this life
is here to stay

Like a merry-go-round
Thoughts of play running in circles
Tied to work with pretty ribbons
Ready to let fly
Should the time doesn't comply

Should the day start with work
and end with rest
Or start with rest
and end with work

Her neighbours are typing
synchronising with the beat of the building
Like a song.
From morn till dusk.
And sometimes even from dusk till morn.

Thoughts of Work and Play
buzzing with the song
This is not life
She thought
as she cuts another ribbon and letting another play fly