The Lagging Layers Of Lethargy

Labor lures its levels in languishing on life,
for coins call in their siren song to summon
every heart in need of provision
to come and sweat for a few shiny servings.

But how the days wear heavy on the heart
once the glisten of silver finally tarnishes
and the lure of gain loses its luster.

Then slowly there snarls the sloth seductions,
they wrap around the spirit
silently sapping the mood of its energy
because monotony’s syrup
flows in the routine and boring climate
where dreams fade and are smothered
until you languish in the layers of lethargy.

Just left in that state of sagging thoughts,
how they erode the enthusiasm,
eventually trapped in a swampland of indifference
totally sucked of every motivation to exceed.

But somehow you must continue to work,
to find a way to survive the circumstance
while pretending you still inspired,
act as if you are truly a gun-ho employee.
Thus the charade is played in such silly expressions
a smile used to cover a yawn,
a sincere look to cover the fact
inside you no longer care,
only wanting a paycheck