I’m a gear in a machine I despise:
A demeaning engine fueled by greed.
I want to break down, I want to be freed
From the yoke under which I agonize.
Frustration is my friend, how couldn’t she?
My hourglass is being drained of its sand,
Scattered over the sea and the land
Together with my last crumbs of glee.
Let me climb up my thoughts, let me stay there.
There’s nothing to comfort me down here.
I wish one day all this to disappear
And consolation shall replace the despair.
February 2018