staring at the same mossy-green wall,

my office space

what dreams i chase as i sit and meditate

on the long day before me,

all the people to see

how i’d rather be free,

dissident of the mundane

a bit like Ozzy’s Crazy Train

longing for the atmospheric,

yes, the esoteric

music with all the feels

rhythm that gives me chills

seeking that little spark

oh, oh, oh

must i embark

on the path laid before me,

stealing moments in between

to write silly poetry?

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