I have forgotten what else is out there.
Too many hours spent in a grey, empty desk.
Nine hours of my life gone each day, and for what?
A pay check?
No, I will not spend hours doing nothing I enjoy
and for such little in return...
There will come a day, when I will be free.
I just need to remember what else there is out there.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 10:36 AM UTC
I have forgotten what else is out there.
Too many hours spent in a grey, empty desk.
Nine hours of my life gone each day, and for what?
A pay check?
No, I will not spend hours doing nothing I enjoy
and for such little in return...
There will come a day, when I will be free.
I just need to remember what else there is out there.
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