I found an old notebook of mine from when I was working an office job a couple of years ago. Here are a couple of the poems I wrote.
Waking up into this nightmare, hell is the world we accept as it is. Our minds wander and cannot be controlled, corporate punishment tames our dreams. Waking up into this nightmare, begging our owners to take us back to our endless sleep.
“Two time lost the second time it was harder to find two times lost my heart is in constant struggle with my mind. I wake up and feel myself fall behind me, to capture my being is harder the more I move on when will I collect these pieces and make myself whole?”