My veins run green and blue
I pulse in terror at cruising speeds
My sitting soul sits dead
Dread fills up the morning dew
The coffee heats and makes to heal
I enter cube space with lengthened pause
My head in tense succession falls
When comes the closing bell I guffaw
At last made, but not yet at all
For at home lays work more and more
And in heart, still more and more
Where’s time and do I just let it go
No mention of the losses, no
Just focus on the gains and hope
In time it goes and comes around
We hope it comes around again