Workoholics

Workaholics any

Workaholics anonymous

How han I chep you

How can I ask

more mercy again

the sin is the same

I need a friend

I forgot the business day

and faught through the pain

only to realize – I live again

Christmas is coming,

eagerly slow,

sometimes I want to fly

Out the window,

Where is my shelter,

where is my name,

WHere is my choice,

Given her game,

how can I do, all that is right,

when the only people I see, aren’t tonight