QUIT ONE TASK A DAY非エンジニアのAI業務改善

Work from home, same screen, same chair
They come every day, I'm used to it
So I set the mug down first
Seven a.m., one black glove in the drawer
Push it in, shut it, it won't close, I know
Kettle on, pour it out, first sip, that's the cue
Shadow on the ceiling, I don't turn around
One hand, deflect, keep typing, never break
No sound on the floor, no sound in the room
Doorbell rings, take the box, take the arm
Walk him out, close the door, sit back down
Coffee's still warm, shoes all over the floor
Line them up, bow once, that's not manners, that's a habit
Ten years of habit and nobody's watching
Nobody claps, it just runs, quiet
I'm not fast, I'm just used to it
Used to it, so nothing moves in me
Set the mug down, then I throw
The order never changes
Set the mug down first, then I throw
Same face, the glove is the only tell
Every step is perfect, can't taste a thing
One chair at the table, and I'm the one who sits
Hood came in, pulled it back, and it was my face
I braced, nothing came, she started on the dishes
Next day the laundry, day after that my desk
Typing, even the shape of the shoulders was mine
Shadow on the wall, I stand up, I get ready
She's carrying towels, and the towels are mine
Reach in the fridge, another hand gets there first
Go to sit down, somebody's sitting
Go to fix the shoes, they're already straight
Mine aren't there at all
Open the drawer, just look at the glove
Don't close it, one minute, two, don't close it
It got easier, and that part's true
So why can't I say the whole thing
Set the mug down first, then I throw
Same face, the glove is the only tell
Every step is perfect, can't taste a thing
One chair at the table, and I'm the one who sits
Plates laid out, perfect spacing
One bite, and she stopped
Another bite, still stopped
Good or bad, she doesn't know
Doesn't know, so she can't send it out
That's the part that stayed with me
Put the glove on, stood up, walked over
Shadow stretched, I raised my hand
Lowered it, set the mug on the desk
Not throwing today, handing it over
Steps are yours, taste is mine
White wall, two shadows, side by side

Strike the drum the mountain wakes
Smoke on the water the old god takes
A borrowed face a wooden name
We dance until the dark is the same
Bell then breath then bell again
Fire take the year from me
Leaves in the torchlight let them be
Turn turn until the morning comes
We are the story not the ones who tell it
Eight hundred nights eight hundred more
The flute goes first the drum goes low
A mask can hold what a face cannot hold
So give me the mask and I will be bold
Bell then breath then bell again
Fire take the year from me
Leaves in the torchlight let them be
Turn turn until the morning comes
We are the story not the ones who tell it
Down down the river of the dead
Up up the smoke above my head
Fire take the year from me
Up up the smoke above my head
Fire take the year from me
Leaves in the torchlight let them be
Turn turn until the morning comes
We are the story not the ones who tell it