this ground is familiar
It seems I've been here before maybe it was yesterday
ground swelling with anticipation of a day away from work
a decision to vacate my spurious position
becomes a reason to gloat if only for twenty four hours
taking a sip of freedom laying on the ground
taking in the light becomes today's toil
checking out new jobs and the same old and what it might become
that is today's fun tired of the boredom following mediocrity
crying for a new beginning and pretending I'm free
turning giants into figurines