I yearn to leave this boring job
And venture forth to find my true self
Yet cast adrift and free to create
Would I discover that which I seek
The tattered heart that is shielded in my chest
Cares not to expose itself to reality’s abuse
For although I despise my current station
I sit secure in a prison of protective banality
Bereft of creativity and cool to the touch
It still protects the embodiment of my soul
I close my eyes and think of better times
When I laughed and danced so freely
Now I sit a sullen man and frown
Security or life is but a tortured journey
I close my eyes and turn off my computer
Signaling the end until the sun arises
Maybe tomorrow things will change
