Time

Calm. Neurones, impulses. Calm.
Don't think about it. Just an hour.
It'll be over! Think about it,
the freedom. The enjoyment.
Just for a little while
back to work of course.
No time like the present.
The sands of time, quickly,
quickly.

I tap my pencil, what does that mean?
Yes, yes, glucose, ah maybe that's it.
I don't know! It's hopeless.
The piercing stare.
Over my shoulder.
Leave me be! Leave me alone!
I can't concentrate.
Tick. Where's the tock.

How was it? Oh, that old one.
I don't know, alright? What use is it.
Bad. Awful. MCDs, here I come.
Do you have my apron?
That's my future.
Laid out for me.
Oh, that damn glucose.