Wished upon a star

Stumbled, dazed, couldn't concentrate,
as I staggered home at night.
Work and scheduels filled my mind,
deadline's running tight.

Every night I secretly hoped, a car would run me down,
Finally! no more work, I'll smiled as I hit the ground.
But I better be sure that the accident would leave me dead,
If not after I recover, even MORE work awaits.

(3 more months...... to peace)