60. worker bee

i feel contained, and yet free
we are slaves, worker bees
i wanna be a nomad
wander this earth
jump on my board
and ride the surf
but it all takes money
of which i have not got
i have no change in the penny pot
wake up eat go to work go to sleep
wake up eat go to work get some sleep
i’m throwin myself overboard
danglin’ on a chord
i am not what i thought
i thought i was me
i am a nobody

Whispering female: “nobody’s perfect.”

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