A Poem, inspired by my current surroundings.
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My cube is cold,
My coffee’s old,
But that is life -
Or so I’m told.
Unrest, it grows.
My mind, it knows.
A windowless world -
It really blows.
How’s that for a rainy Monday?
Don’t worry, I’m working on some solutions to my boredom, which I will share as they (hopefully) come to fruition.