Go West

The fields were yellow and green

Under skies of blue

The landscape was magnificent

Never-ending and brand new

A lush and fertile land

Where man could thrive and grow

A place filled with essentials

On display as if for show

But is this where we're called?

To settle and to sow?

In a pastoral kind of existence?

Leaving behind all we know?

Job

Now I feel the pressure
Of having words to write
Before it was a pleasure
With no other goal in sight

At least there is this outlet
Of fun and reverie
Where I can dream most freely
Expressing ideas that come to me

Grind

Blocked by a silly filter

From posting what I need

Not like it's illegal

Or a grave & serious misdeed

Just a fun little outlet

For what's on my mind

But the higher ups have decided

That for us it's just about the grind

Dreamland

A heaviness rests on my eyelids

Pushing them downward 

Sandy grit burns my eyes

Reddening them for the world

A misty fog settles in my brain

And the world seems to recede

My body is saying that it's time to sleep

But it's only early afternoon

The battle wages on

Every day a struggle 

Until the torpor passes

And the clouds leave

And the clock starts to tick. Again

Drama at work

Awkward feelings all around
No one wants to make a sound
A little word to reveal the truth
Hoping things will reboot
Always tense when feelings hurt
But work is work, not a place to shirk

Work

Better to be occupied
Than waste your time away
Frittering the daylight on nothing
With life in disarray

To toil productively
To work the whole day through
Gives greater satisfaction
Than idling with nothing to do

Slog

Another day of silly stuff
Sometimes I feel I've had enough
Wish there were more leisurely days
To pass the time in a comfortable haze
Knowing that this is my lot
Makes me treasure all I've got