Cubicle Jungle, a Poem by Me

I wasn’t born here

Someone laid down the path of unintention

I followed and got lost amongst the herd

Everyday is a struggle

The beasts are sad too

Starvation is real and I crave it all

A world I can touch that moves more slowly

More intentionally

For their dreams

©LifeOfTravelersWife

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