Programmes keep us busy every day,
Activities make us cramped all day,
Timeline governs us in a sway.
What to do keeps us in a fold
How to proceed makes us bold,
Letting us sweat out in cold,
Making us look haggard and old.
Flaws and foibles push us to the core,
Trials and tribulations take us to the shore,
Enforcing a frustrated motion all the more,
Inciting a desperate feeling never felt before.
Timeline is truly a fixed deadline,
Queuing everything in the mainline,
Nothing can be achieved in the byline,
Casting a likelihood of a devastating shine.