During the cold november nights,
I got to experience my first night shift,
It was 11 o clock,
Could barely see a few meters ahead,
White fog was dancing gently ,
with the cold winter breeze.
Its 12 o clock,
I am currently at work,
Feeling like a joey 輦
Soaking in heat,
Radiating out off furnace wall.
Its 2 o clock,
And dead silent,
I can hear my heart beat,
Water flowing through pipe lines.
and,
Lots of other spooky noises.
It’s 4 o clock,
And i didn’t notice,
Myself slipping into nothingness,
A sleep without a dream.
Its 5 o clock,
My stomach rises a potty alarm.
I wake out of my salivary sleep.
Wash my face, wrap my work.
Ready to be home.
Its 5:30,
I get to see the sun rise,
With Chirping birds,
And gloomy faces of people,
coming to work in the morning shift.