Why do I feel like just a machine?
With the inabilty to think, to hope.... to dream.
Mindless work that covers all of the hours..
I get home, plop on my bed
through a grumpy mind, I feel sour
To use my mind in healthy ways
not stocking shelves or pulling weeds.
Go for a bike ride
read and write some more
to be intentional..
But nope only time to snore.