Sometimes they are good. Sometimes they are bad.
I sometimes sit back in my swivelled chair and say, "This. is. the life."
But lately I feel like a tiger in a straight jacket.
Or that thing of when a monkey has to sit behind glass and play chess while scientists watch them. Well I will soon rebel. I am too smart for my job.
My soul is too beautiful to be locked in the corporate dungeon in this rat race.
It's like that feather in "Forrest Gump." That follows him around in the wind. Sigh.
When will I ever get to my destination in this crazy jumble we call "life"?
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