Life... fuck, no time for it.
Checked the clock—9:50 am.
Getting late for office.
Hurriedly got up. Kept myself busy. That's the key.
Done with the morning things. Same old. By 11 am, I was there. Like always.
It's been the same for 3 years.
If you ask if I have regrets?
I'd say… will get back to you on that.
Another day. Another tick on the clock.