still sleepy at work

the towers of the city in the night
a magic kingdom of peculiar kind
structures created by an act of mind
covered with jewels glowing to the sight
the sky above them seems too light
past their upthrusting our path we find
there's nothing here to keep or bind
and to the east nothing is bright
the struggle that we face is old
each day's exposure tires and wears
duty compels and need for pay
so i set my face and appear bold
i've done this now for many years
and this is just another normal day