Working Holiday

I’ve been wasting precious holiday Time tied to the computer screen, Working at night and during the day Finishing my essays and writing lean Poetry for the internet to truly play With philosophically, an angsty teen Let loose on the world, but indoors Where the sun cannot reach me And my pale skin. Oh marble floors Will you protect me like a tree And its branches, from the jaws Of the blazing light-giver I see From through my window, what Is it called, I don’t think I know. It sits there in the sky, burning hot While I remain inside. I never go Out there, I work just like a robot. But now it is dark and I still sow The seeds of knowledge in my Hotel room. I want to leave My prison, looking like a sty Again. I just want to breathe Foreign air; more essays I ply From my mind, push and heave And finally escape. Time to live Life! I open my door and head For the beach, brain like a sieve, The heat is nice, a cooling Med Breeze to which I sigh and give My vacation soul. Time for bed.