I begin today
My excommunication
My self imposed exile
I've had enough
Technology
People
Persisting problems
Endless dilemmas
Countless situations
Where fingers are so easily pointed
No more loyalty
No more honesty
Respect or Valor
And even then
I'm tired of that too
I guess I do work better alone
My best work had always been individual effort
But I lack that as well
No more motivation
No more drive
And this is pointless
Where can I escape?
It would be impossible
for me to isolate myself
I can't hide from these things
these people
They'll find me
And some are in my head
I can't do this
I can't take this stress anymore
I can say I'm ready
I won't need bags to go there
Playing the waiting game now
Cus I've lost all the other ones
But he sure is taking his time
Anyways, back to this
I have forms to fill
and Papers to file
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem