Sunday, August 17, 2014

Working Without Soul

At random moments my humanity will surface

A tear rolls down my cheek

A sigh

I feel 


For no apparent reason 

and I have to reign it in

Because my time is being bought

by a multimillion dollar company

My heart, my breath, my mind

are not mine

Because I'm selling them

and signing up for more!

I am fighting to be relevant

fighting off the suffocation 

so that I don't suffocate my loved ones

My breath



Work and breathe


Concentrate, Concentrate!

I can't, I can't! I want to be somewhere, I want to be doing something, but not this... please