Escape

poetry by D.e.e.L

where am i trapped?
here and now or further in years
am i setting the path correctly?

frustration has created my best work
but should i subdue it?

work eight hours and then spend
three more in night class
get home and write something
just to stay on the path

shiny and worthless shit written
both equally important to my stride

this meal
payed for by the eight hours
this class
payed for by the eight hours
this dream
is free
right?

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