I’m depleted, the well has run dry

See it all began with fiery passion

Putting my degree scrolls into action

Man, integration process was motivation

I carefully went all in with utmost absolution

This is my calling, salary is just a bonus here

They saw me, they knew me and loved me

My strides shone in their eyes like sparkle

Oh! Do they spoke well of my name?

I mean I graduated from being a Colleague

I was welcomed to their families’ affairs

I assisted with school works and pick ups

Their children got fond of my presence

My skills continue to flourish in workplace. 

A word or two of promises on better level

A yoke that kept me ploughing deeper

I had nothing of my own, it was all theirs

My personal phone, computer, time, body

All in their exploitation, God damn passion!

With in vain promises and praises, I deplete

Physically exhausted and empty hearted

The so called calling now is a chore, a job

I have taken up studies, new car and house

From hand to mouth it’s all the reason I stay

Passion, fire and drive no longer sufficient 

Their respect flew bye bye the day we did it

In our 24/7 out of town work rendezvous

Morals for who, when a man must live too?