So you ask, with the sun in your face,
"What's new today? What lies in wait?"
So up you stand and away you'll be
Walking yourself down crowded streets.
So to work you go, to the big cluttered desk,
"Tomorrow I'll clean up this mess."
So and lunch comes before you know,
And you start to wonder why has time past so slow.
So fighting the food coma that comes around three
Not looking forward to the meeting in an hour to be.
So then comes five and then six arrives soon
You tense up while work continues to balloon.
"So much to do, and so little time!
Why can't the day end up to be fine?"
So lying in bed counting the hours left
"What's new today," all said in jest.
Loose Ends - Imogen Heap