I have lost track of how long I have been
Doing this.
Hours run past like mice or hamsters on a wheel
Going going going
But leading nowhere except
Toward the grave.
Duty bound to complete this task
Or any task
Feels like a frigate trapped in the shallows.
We want to work
Hit the gas
Pump the motor
Forward then aft
And forth and back again
Until.one day we look at our progress
And notice how much time we wasted
When we could have just
Pulled up the anchor
And gone on our way.