Tied To a Screen
Wending my way, as one asleep
through my listless routine
grinding away the hours
a money machine
In my mind, not much unforeseen
'tween eight in the morn
and five afternoon
weary eyes tied to a screen
Hearing the bell, I leap for joy
run, scream and shout
from my cage newly sprung
come alive ~ to let the real me out
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