Stress
Is arrested
As I’m tested
Outside a cubicle
A small square
With monotonous drone
As we roam
Back and forth
Some on the verge of a luxurious pipe dream
But for me
It’s means to survive
And contrive
The life
That I dream to obtain
No need to gain
Situational power
Or pockets of gold
Just want to support my kin
And propose good nature
And live
A simple, content
Life lived
Not spent