17 stairs

I start every day with enthusiasm
Bubbling, full of fizz
Ready to take on the whole wide world
With style, and grace, and fizz

Brimming over with great ideas
How to sort this and that
Resolve all the issues before me
With a smile and wave of my hat

I'll shout across the car park
I've arrived, don't you know
Morning, come on colleagues
Where's your get up and go

But once through the door
And up those 17 stairs
I'm assaulted by all the doom and gloom
Wracked by grey despairs
When I've finally reached the top
It's not in fact a peak
It's the bottom of a horrid trough
Dull, and dark and bleak
Please bring my motivation back
Rid me of these waking mares
I beg, implore, beseech you
Don't make me walk those 17 stairs

Life is a minestrone, say 10cc
A mixed up bowl of soup
Steve Winnwood takes me to the high life
Drags me away from this gloop

That takes care of lunchtime
A quiet, momentary release
Just me, the car, the radio
But now it's 2pm, bang goes the peace

Once through the door
And up those 17 stairs
I'm assaulted by all the doom and gloom
Wracked by grey despairs
When I've finally reached the top
It's not in fact a peak
It's the bottom of a horrid trough
Dull, and dark and bleak
Please bring my motivation back
Rid me of these waking mares
I beg, implore, beseech you
Don't make me walk those 17 stairs