Yeah I wake up each morning,

hear my clock beeping, hear the birds outside.

Yeah I hear them, they’re singing.

“Get up, you gotta get going.” “Get up, you gotta get moving.”

But I’m tired, don’t wanna do this again.

But the bills, they don’t pay themselves.

So I get my breakfast ready, a bowl of flakes will do.

Head out with no rush, not one ounce of urgency.

Hoping I get a call,

“Hey, stay home, there’s been an emergency.”

But no luck, no call.

All is fine, except for my mind.

It’s not what I want, it’s not what I need.

This job gets nothing from me except all of my energy.

No passion, not a single ounce.

Gotta change course and be like a ball and bounce.

But what next, if not this?

A consuming thought, dismissed.

When I arrive it’s game on.

Change my mask and freedom’s gone.

About the Author Mr. Boza

The summer of 2019 was when I decided to no longer go through life holding my feelings, my thoughts, and my emotions contained within. I needed a change in life and since I made that decision, life has been so much more liberating. Nowadays my writing helps me express myself in a way that allows me to feel whatever it is that I'm thinking or feeling or even yearning for, pour out and not consume me from within. My work is simple to read, simple to understand, and hopefully is the type of writing that makes someone smile when they read it. Enjoy.

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