I Have A Question Poem by Abby Sze

I have a question:

Work is important,

But

How important is that?



So important,

that we can neglect our body's warning?

So important,

that we can neglect our heart's crazy beating?

So important,

that we can neglect our imagination's power shrinking?



Work is so important,

thus we keeping our focus at the typing machines,

thus we keeping our hands touching your screen,

thus we keeping our eyes looking at the paper,

thus..... thus.....

thus we did not keep our focus at your soul,

thus we did not keep our hands doing your favourite things,

thus we did not keep our eyes looking at your friends.



I would like to raise my question again:

Work is important,

But how important is that?

So important,

that you put your everything energy there,

that you become such a heartless person

and thus:

WHEN YOU HEAR THE DOORBELL RINGS YOU DID NOT GET UP YOU DID NOT WALK A FEW STEP YOU DID NOT WANT TO SPEND 30 SECONDS AND GET OUT YOUR HAND GRAP THE DOOR

BECAUSE WORK IS FUCKING IMPORTANT!