When I Disappear
I disappear,
Worry not I have not,
forgotten you here,
I'm still flitting in your presence,
Missing deadlines and drama,
Shortcuts to connect with the Dali Lama,
And wondering when I'll have a moments breath,
To put my paper to my pen.
I'm not lost, nor found again,
But wandering through the woodland,
And growing with each tree,
I sap the energy from the sun,
And distribute it to the life in front of me.
And even that's a lie, as I haven't found the time,
To take a walk through my garden,
Or even plant a seed.
Stuck in the cold walls of a warehouse,
I work for what is to be,
We work until we die,
A slave to the industry.
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