I am stuck in a very confined place

Where there are decisions I need to make

But no one can understand my true face

As I proclaim out loud “it’s a piece of cake”

With these thoughts my head spins frantically

When people give me a higher position

But I follow their wishes naturally

Because it’s my job and my ambition

I try my best to do what is right

As days and nights fly by with much to do

Hope lingers for people to see my light

For there is not much time to…

I’m not a lost cause or damsel in distress

I’m just a workaholic that needs to rest.


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