Working 9 to 5
I can't think of a slower, more drawn out death than this empty 9 to 5
the rain, train, bus, traffic jam
am I supposed to feel defeated before I even arrive?
The soulless ungrateful grey bodies that tell me what to do
the beautiful faces I miss while i'm away from home
the small joy when it's over for another day, only to slug back home again
I forgot how to even dream anymore
I don't remember what I wanted anyway
Let's do it all again
smile and do it over and over
Copyright © amapola white | Year Posted 2018
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