Floating On the Breeze

Started a job today well below the pay needed to keep my sway. Most grotesque throttling a desk. In the distance rolls with persistence tracks guiding subsistence floating on the Breeze like some dormant disease. John Tesh knows what’s best for my bird and our nest, whenever I get stressed he spits out sound advice from a script most concise while 'Fast Car' plays at nine on most days to lock me in a glaze. “Life could always be worse,” creeps my mind like a hearse. Got my two year raise along with brash praise, my best news in days. With a pat on the back I chug back on that track. That common spot on the dial suppresses all those hostile emotions piling up bile, but Teshy’s got advice on that within his prerecorded chat before playing 'We Belong', must be his ten o’clock song I try to hum along. I try to forget why monotony makes me sigh. To the sound of chanting, I was presented a plaque granting praise to my decade of enchanting. They honor my dedication with a cheesy wall decoration. In the distance plays the calm, consoling rays while I grieve for my lost days.