Tick-tock, tick-tock

I'm here. Tired and my mind is cloudy like a January morning.

I roam aimlessly on coast mode. Where am I going?

Oh yeah, here it is. 

Tick-tock, tick-tock

Still here. Annoyed and busy as the mall on a Saturday.

I look around at the people beside me. Are they feeling the same?

Of course they are, this is hell. 

Tick-tock, tick-tock

There I go. Drained and dragging my backpack of cinderblocks across the floor.

Finally, my 8 hours of prison are over, my shackles are broken. 

I am free. 

Until tomorrow.