My Job skill is to
Take off
From long walks into
Flights of fantasy

I don't work well in a
Box, getting my color
From TV.

Race all my life to
Pack myself inside
Larger cushioned cases
That I'll call a home,
With comforts to
Soften the jewel into a stone.
The only safe zone from
The erosion of a
Career like a river, with larger
Fish  hovering  above
Me. Bureaucracy deep as any
Sea. Intense pressure always over
Me.

When everything is a cage,
I will always make my escape with paper.
My resume will be a
Blank slate,
But my world filled with
Color.