Purpose

Sitting in an office cubicle.
Answering emails, pushing numbers.
Creativity left behind.

Small progress. Large progress. No progress.
Doesn’t seem to matter much.
A chain of command so long and nebulous.
Can’t see the top. Can’t affect the bottom.

Rhythmic work where days blur together.
Like marching soldiers taking orders.
Or factory workers placing the same part over and over again.
Just emotionless automatons day in and day out.

Is this what was I made for?
Is this my life’s purpose?
Have to find my breakthrough and get out.

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