I generated a poem today...
Good morning, coffee, hot and strong,
Good morning, toothbrush, scrub-a-dub-dub,
Good morning, sunshine, shining bright,
Good morning, world, what a lovely sight.
But now it's time to face the day,
The endless cycle of work and play,
The hustle and bustle of the commute,
The endless meetings that make us mute.
The soul-crushing grind of the daily routine,
The long hours that make us want to scream,
The rat race that never seems to end,
The struggle to keep up, to blend in.
And as the day wears on, we feel the weight,
Of all the deadlines we cannot abate,
Of all the demands we cannot meet,
Of all the goals we cannot defeat.
Until at last, we come to know,
The bitter taste of despair and woe,
The darkness that creeps into our souls,
The hopelessness that takes its toll.
So goodnight, coffee, toothbrush, and sun,
Goodnight, world, for the day is done,
And though we may feel lost and alone,
We will rise again and call it our own.