Corporate Rat

I am the rat in the corporate machine.

Fear drives my motivation.

I run in this wheel until I am out of breathe, then I run a little more until I collapse with exhaustion.

I see rays of sunshine through the snow.

I see a burning fire in the distance.

I feel the comfort of warmth from the burning wood and inhale the woodsy scent of the bonfire.

This is a place where friends gather and share stories.

I choose to make Smores instead of war.

I put down my torch and enjoy a nice cold beer that I dug barehanded out of a nearby snow bank.

I am the corporate rat.

I sold my soul for a respectable income.

I sold my time for peace of mind.

I am not a hippie living off the land.

I am a piece of corporate America.

Branches crunch under my feet.

I no longer fear getting my fancy clothing dirty.

I retreat back to the earth.

And here is where I find my purpose.

You can be many things in this life.

You don't have to stick to one single life goal.

I can spit words and also work in a temperature controlled office with fancy molding and antique drinking fountains.

*This poem is featured in "Peeling Sanity."

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