Sunday evening blues

Plainly, my life has taken a boring turn
Can't credit it to inactivity but to excess of it
Wish I could be still in a place alone
But every morning I see faces catching my attention
I wish to turn away and ignore all
But my inability to
      be rude to the young souls
      disappoint their belief in humans
      drive them towards early cynicism
Forces a smile to appear on my lips
While attempting to reflect their chirpiness in my responses
Thankfully I escape the notice of many
What is the point in being noticed!
I love my life to be below the damned radar

As the day proceeds, the variety in activities
Confuse my poor head
I wish I only had to this and not that
Or only that and not this
But if wishes were horses
It would rain donkeys
So I move from one activity to the other
Acting sane and cheating myself
Into believing in the sanity of others
By the time the sun reaches overhead
I wish King Buffalo was crooning Acheron into my ears
I blow the ridiculous thought away
For in this profession, I have to keep my ears and eyes open
To the needs of others and the possibility of incidents and accidents
Sometimes I escape from the dreary world
By staring at the cells containing meaningless numbers and words
I only wish to stand in front a young crowd
Ignore their thoughts and disseminate knowledge
Without a regard of its use for them now or ever
But life ain't never that convenient
And I do what I am supposed to do
Later in the evening I trudge into a cool space surrounded by walls
Its been a year and I am still not sure what I do in this space
I spend a few hours acting like I know what I am doing
At the end of the day, I spend twenty minutes driving along
Cow filled country roads listening to something loud
The end of the day signals the beginning of yet another similar day
But the week has begun and the second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth day
Don't really matter
It is the darkness of the thoughts on the evening of the seventh day of the week
About the first day of the week that upset me

You should go and get a new life says a voice in my head
I did but the newness only lasts a few years
Now, I can no longer differentiate the new from the old.