I am captured by the world,
The grind.
Somewhere between
"what can I get started for you?"
and
"did I send that email?"
my time was sold.
And admist this constant
movement
there is a voice that cries louder than ever before,
"You want to stop, yet desire to go".
I hit a red light,
the weight of the day finally falls on my shoulders.
I actually allow myself to feel it.
Then there is a green,
And green means go.
March 26, 2008
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