My colleague doctor across the hall sighed

I looked away from the screen and rubbed my eyes

We’re both like gerbils on the wheel

Clicking, typing, charting

Sadly enough, we no longer feel

If these patients weren’t in the way, I could have a better day

If only it were sunny

Or if I made more money

Roses would bloom

And I’d finally feel in tune

If I hold my breath a few more minutes

If I can just finally liberate all the dependents

Running, running, running on the wheel

One more day

Isn’t it always something?

So many obstacles in the gerbil wheel

How they steal our lives!

If we could only lay them aside

One day all gerbils come to the end of the track

It’s called retirement. Slack.

Strange how then anxiety worsens and depression takes hold

It happens when all the problems fold

If it’s not always something

Then there’s nothing

Maybe the idea is ethereal

But I’m gonna somehow reinvent the wheel