The Well Ordered Life.
I’m going back to work.
It’s not the money.
It’s the well –ordered life.
Clock on. Clock off.
Home by five.
Dinner with the fam.
Veg out in front of the telly.
Weekend bliss.
Now every day’s a weekend.
The wide open road.
A labyrinth of choices.
Go, go, go.
Up at seven. Lucky if I’m home by ten.
I didn’t sign on for this.
Too much for one man on a bicycle.
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