Stuck in a RUT
When the love bleeds from my eyes you will know the truth
Withheld in mist and smog, searing the boundaries of acceptance
Limping under the weight of responsibility
Promise runs out, talent expires
Austerity blanched
A 30 minute meal of why nots
Reacting to foreign illusions of stress
Terror of the days to follow
Laziness saddled this rodeo clown
The future is a melting sundae, whipped toppings of what could have been
Recite these words, in time, in time
Every thing will be fine
It’s murky up ahead but the flashbulbs of something else pop
Somewhere
Find that way, some way past the cold steel sentinels of complacency
Tying you down, crushing bone and breath with sheer comfort
Accepting what is offered is giving up
Don’t find your sleep number, wake up and live
Company policy makes a mockery of individuality
Under the eyes of prison guards, waltzing by with the misperception of a project
Bitterness grabs hold of my life dragging it down, trapped in mediocrity and potlucks
Inconceivable boredom day after day
Considering what else I could be doing, blankly pushing towards nothing
Living a shadow of a life, existing only between the hours of six till ten
Everything is neutral no real joy and a lack of any real feeling
Sadly this may be a reality, a fire of destiny squelched by the water cooler
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