The fancy tall glass tower you see?
That's where I slog!
Large files on the table piled up,
The shady computer screen on its work!
Spinny swivel chair you see?
That's where I grind!
Suppressing thoughts and consenting to the chief!
I'm a slave working on a master's order!
In the end,
it's comfort over struggle.
it's money over dreams.
Yes, I chose them and it's okay to be a bad example!
I played the safe game out of scare!
This was chosen out of fear n I shall not complain!
Instead, I fill up a piece of paper every day
And I shall recharge my life: writing!
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