RedRavenPoems

Shoulder to shoulder

Hip to hip.

Stuck in this rut

I think I’m over it.

Standing in one place

Doing the same thing every day

There’s no way I can do this

No matter the pay.

I’m not made for one place

I’m not made for slow days

I need wonder and excitement

Things pushing a fast pace

Something to make my heart race.

I need fresh air

Not being stuck in a box

Long for the feeling of dirt on my feet

Not hard and unyielding concrete

I need the greens of thriving plants

Not the whining of supervisors rants.

This kind of work isn’t for me

I’m caged, insane. Let me free.