Bullshit laments of a white collar worker

Yearn for sleep
But keep it at bay
That distant sirens song
Oblivion calling
Rest after a day of being

Keep it away
Give just a few more hours of wake
Tomorrow brings anxiety
Sours the taste of sleep

Makes everything a little worse
A little paler
Life drained out
Trapped and uncomfortable

Too cold
Too much chatter
Not enough content
Not enough freedom

Going to work
Trapped with limited free will
No peace

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