I am a kid in Business Casual

At my desk in the corner my life wastes away–
Fingers clicking. Pens racing.
A phone call is made.

My laptop is dying;
I have 40 tabs open
trying to solve a problem I didn’t create.

Oh, the office job is not for me.
The place where I receive eye and neck pain from staring at my bright computer
The place where my frolicking is limited to three flights of stairs
The place where I scroll through instagram vacations of my friends during my lunch “break”

I am a kid in business casual wearing my mother’s suit

pretending to be an adult.

#DreamJournal

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