Automated

Raindrop sweat conceals the words behind my breath The road, being fixed by the numerous Underpaid Is not for me to walk on So I go around Around to push myself in For another day of sitting Alone in the shade With the time to think, to contemplate the reasons why and Wonder Which I'm starting to find is nothing but a curse A torture inflicted So that I can think The same thoughts as the hours go by So that I can come home To sleep off a weary morning And sunlit afternoon