wasteland of work

play
play
play

silently she

wants to
get
away

from the mundane
from the desk
from that nagging American
unrest

priority over privilege
some days
i just don't have it

how much time
will i waste
in the office light

if i traveled the
curved map
would I still feel
off track?

the clock ticks
my mind fits

so i use the free time
to arrange and make clean
unimportant things

i fear
in the scheme of life
that i might find
these wasted hours
serving the industry
as time forgotten
on unraveling the mystery

a foolish dreamer
in the mess
we all have to
bite the bullet
and get by
those who live for today
leave me dry

cause tomorrow
is a ship in the mist
and i spend today
hoping to catch it