Round and Round.
No peace with my work can be found.
I talk, I repeat.
The drum of instruction I pound and beat.
Not even half-way do people try to meet.
I’m tired of going round.
Tired of the hamster wheel.
I’m just about sick of the whole deal.
Used to my work was fun.
I enjoyed when those I helped got their day in the sun.
But, at the moment, I’m just about done!