with which i contemplate WORK.

You will never imagine how much my life’s changed now.
I work like it’s the only thing to do and breathe like
It’s the only thing I am capable of.
And get paid like I’m never educated.
But I avoid being so materialistic.
I am complaining, but, as far as I am concerned,
It’s the only thing I can do.
And there’s really nothing more I can do
To appease the demon.
And so begins the ethereal drama of life being deprived of its many aspects.
Of living itself and being grateful for the things
I can never have…or already have.
Or the things I can’t have..yet..
From where I stand and from the viewpoint
With which I see things,
Everybody’s a walking dead. And they don’t know it.
My work’s eaten me up. Or atleast, that part of me which is still functional.
I can not imagine sitting inside a box with glass mirrors and
Conventional doors swinging in monotony..
(And Facing a box glaring with radiation, if I may add.)
And all I can ever think of is LIFE

Outside it.