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RE: The image is made of own imagination and thoughts

in #art5 years ago

Tied to work (poem)

Being on this desk has me tied

I feel like laces have my hands tied here

I would like to fly, travel, swim, be free

But I can not, there is a bill to pay, needs to be met

So for more than desire I'm tied to work

To an office that clouds me, so much I want my vacations

Being able to sunbathe, with a margarita facing the sea

But as long as I'm still tied to this job.