Morphine Drip

Bleary eyes chase the pavement 11 miles into work

My mind races alongside, dodging the red tail lights

And I can’t help but question why I’m doing this again

Realizing I’m becoming one of them


Every decision I made up to this point has led to this

Living the parents’ dream for their child

While my dreams are tucked in and sound asleep

But they don’t have an alarm clock like I do


And I know some days are ordinary

And comfortable as a morphine drip

I think I’ll just rest my eyes for a bit…

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