I am lost- the daily, the mundane, no shore on sight.
I am sinking, drowning in the everyday.
The sun and rain watch in glee
As darkness and light play games-
Emotions numb.
Time is racing, merging
Hours roll into one another.
Where am I meant to go-
Purposeless and vague.
I almost want to give up
As joy is as always elusive.
The end is endless
Alluring and blissful
Sweet nothingness
I rise as I sink.
Another day at work!


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