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Anomaly2
Locked in time.
It feels like forever.
Every second hand motion.
No thoughts or notion.
An effortless endeavor.
Nothing sublime.
No feelings sublime.
As I watch the time.
Hoping for some endeavor.
Stuck in here forever.
Never a notion.
I sit with no motion.
The air is still, lacking motion.
The office setting leaves nothing sublime.
To leave with half a notion.
This is just a waste of time.
I have not had a day off in forever.
An extra day would be a sweet endeavor.
I will be looked over with no endeavor.
"Declined" written in a smooth motion.
Looks like I will work here forever.
Oh well the thought was sublime.
All work is for is selling your time.
You agreed to this with a submissive notion.
Day in, and day out. I am drained of notion.
At first this was an exciting endeavor.
An opportune moment it seemed at the time.
How I jumped into work with a head first motion.
Pay raises galore, it was sublime!
The first good job I had in forever!
Sitting in an office for what seems like forever.
I work with no notion,
For nothing sublime.
I have no endeavor,
To give any motion.
I sit here selling my time.
Bonded in time forever,
No motion or notion,
No endeavor sublime.
