Synthetic wood

Synthetic floor and synthetic wood
seems enough to aspire to
as your self sells in eight-hour time -

by the hour, willing power,
because admist this cart of lemons,
you're the only lime.

You only hope its enough
to keep this world alive
fake bushes and squares of sod
do you keep this world alive?

Clock tick echoes in your head
robbing you of sleep instead.
Most ponder wrongs and why they've fought;
another sunrise brings you "why" / "why not?"