Office Work
never working for thy self
I sit at my desk
with no legs to stand
I pander to their dreams and
work for their plans
share my body and soul
with demons of old
they smother the warmth
their presence so cold
and I can’t find reasons
to stay wake
my thoughts boxed in
behind an iron gate
and my ankles attached
to anchored weights
so, I search for the sun
to run and escape
but when I do
I’m faced with the truth
another day empty handed
once an advent
is now a crash landing
I pander to their dreams and
I work for their plans
and wait for the day
to be my own man
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