And all I wanted
was some free time
to myself.
I just wanted
a corner office.
I wanted privacy.
I didn't have lofty ambition.
I don’t have lofty ideas.
I am just a guy
trying to make ends meet.
Yet, here I am
bogged by more work.
With a lousy room
full of old furniture,
struck underground.
I am afraid.
If a tremor happens
I will be buried alive.
So I want to be
a tree. Deep in the jungle,
far from the madding crowd.
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| [My friend Rod's sketch] |
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