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No problem.
I got you.
I know it was a lot of work.
I sit at my desk, the keys clatter on
I work, but my mind? It’s long gone
It drifts through nebula, stars swirling bright-
Wait… there's a meeting in five?!
Just great.
-deeeeeeep breaaaath-
The hills are golden, the sky serene
But the inbox ding
And I lost the scene...
damn it...
No time to dream, time to forget.
-just keep breathing okay?
The ocean waves call, I almost feel sand
But NO!
another deadline email phone call rapport file spreadsheet OMG and i hate excel soooooooo much
-EKHEM!-
A thousand worlds just ready for my reach
And yet, I’m stuck, still tied to this seat
But someday, I’ll get that raise, and THAT time
I’ll pack my bags and leave it behind!!!
(*If I get my holiday approved)
Go to art school, paint all day
Turn my daydreams into reality
I want to create, to live the way I see
to try everything, to be everywhere
to experience, to feel
Not bound by the desk and hourly wage
I’ll be what I dream of, what I long to be
THAT DAY!
But the next day comes
and I sit at the desk once more.
Dreams can wait.
For now, there are bills to pay.
It's my critique of late-stage capitalism, hustle culture, the rat race, and the obsession with status and money. But it’s also my reminder to myself: when I feel like quitting I remember why I started this. I already lived the grind. I was just a number, making more numbers, work ,sleep, work, sleep, work, sleep, work, sleep, work, sleep, work, sleep, work, sleep, - and like that for seven years. It was gone in a blink of an eye. I wanted more than just working, I want to spend time doing things I actually enjoy, to learn, to create. Seven years of that soulless work left me drained, bitter, and hating everything. So this manifesto? It’s all of that, compressed into a poem. It’s a reminder of why I’m here, doing this, and why I’m not going back.