A million little tasks
The pursuit of money
not creative love
Be something,
instead of someone
A million little tasks
Eat away at my day
They steal my sanity in
Little bits one small bite at a time
The minutes tick-tick their way to days
I blink, it’s tomorrow,
I plan to stop to think
Thinking has now become
A longed for luxury,
One of many I can’t afford
Seasons slide and blur
The New Year rang a few days ago as
The slow heat of summer dies
Time is sneaky, I waste it, it wastes me
It’s like a game that I play with myself
Only now that I want to stop playing
I can’t
Locked in, lock step, mechanical
On and on
A million little tasks
0’s and 1’s,
Florescent bulbs
Windowless rooms
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