Daydreaming

Thrumming my hands on my desk

Daydreaming of the time

I will be able to do what I want to do

When my time is truly mine.

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All my days bleed into one

And my soul I’m giving

Writing uninteresting documents

To earn my boss a living.

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I wish I was elsewhere

Living my true life’s dream

Being who I truly want to be

Not who at work I seem.

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I wish I could write what I want to

Sharing what matters to me

Poems and stories that bleed from my soul

Not the tedium from the job that overwhelms me.

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When I was a child I daydreamed

Of who I might one day be

The bright-eyed child I was then

Wouldn’t recognize who I’ve grown up to be.

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So many years later I still wonder

Who I might one day be

When I can do what I want to

But in the meantime, I’ll dream.

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