Needing Time
Wet.
Raining.
Cold and dark.
Another night shift.
Missing my best friend.
Spending our lives at work.
Never found, sufficient day.
Freedom without time is not free.
How do I escape this drudgery?
Imagination. Dreaming other worlds.
-Angel Fatale-
Copyright © Ryan Tyler | Year Posted 2016
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