Falling into the grind...
Split shift...
Work, sleep, work, sleep, etc.
Thinking while I commute...
What seems like the only opportunity to do so...
In between work and sleep
Is chores and upkeep...
Slivers of moments to think and relax...
Ferrets chasing R/C cars...
Dancing over my toes
As I fall asleep...
Life's not perfect,
But it's good...
I'm adulting,
As they say...
I'm not burnt out,
Yet...
But I feel
Tired...
Not even physically fatigued,
Necessarily,
That thousand yard stare
Leads to careers
Working enough hours
To distract from the thoughts,
And the uncomfortable feelings
That create confusing sensations
Both psychologically
And physiologically...
I still have to remind myself to feel my emotions
Rather than distract myself
With entertaining things...
Feeling like a refugee
Sometimes...
Or a "shipwrecked-on-a-desert-island" cliché...
Living in a box within a box within a box...
I guess we all have that in common...
Everything's connected,
But we are all
Ultimately alone
Since no one else
Lives in our gray matter
But us...
Report back to source when the ride has come to a full stop...
Ride as many times as you like...
None of what you suffer now
And none of what you create
Will matter in time...
Ozymandias has got you covered...
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