Envy.

What am I to do?

This lost and lonely soul yearns for something to feel passionate about.

There are so many “options”,

“life choices”,

“paths”.

 

There are some who have found their calling.
I envy them.

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To do.

Break the stake, for what’s at stake,

Release yourself from yourself.

To see what you can make.


Sometimes ‘y’.

Monotonous monstrosity, seeing how I’ve got to be part of mediocrity.

Could honestly get a lobotomy cuz that’s not what I want to be.

 

Is it money that could let this caged bird free?

Is that the key that could let me flee?

Surely!  A lottery!  It’s plain to see,

Could really change a lot for me.

This industry, promissory, pertaining to liability,

Would definitely be cured easily.

Though my quandary, sadly,

Cannot be cured by poetry.