Trapped in a prison of our own design
Trapped by monotony
Trapped by our own foolishness
and most importantly
Trapped of our own volition
Fleeing the work of five
Seek adventure in the other two
Imagine our own diversions like children
Drink and breathe poison to forget reality
Fleeing the places we work
Flashing lights and sounds
Long into the dark and quiet night
Returning only for
Rest and peace in stillness
Long into the bright and busy day
In the glaring light of day
In the obscuring dark of night
Having nowhere to return to
No houses
No homes
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