SeEking my Polaris

For 5 days a week, I allowed myself to be trapped for 9 hours.
A pact I reluctantly made to sell my time for. After the 9 hours, plus another 9 hours of doing the necessary stuff for humanz survival, I’m merely left with 5 hours.. that are sometimes not mine either.. I tried to pack the 5 precious hours with too many stuff, it was just never enough.

Hmm.. I wonder how I’m gonna survive another 30 years under this pact.
It looks absolutely daunting. But still I lapped up everything that the organization provides. Everything else that can soothe this imbalanced in my heart of not having control over my own time; my own life. I eagerly await the goodies they feed to us, the chained ones. They release specially yummy goodies this time of the year. And maybe next year, they will bring us to a foreign city, where we are unleashed for another 4 days to roam and forget about our chains for a while.

And that goody once a month is smiling alluringly once again. The organizations always win. Always. The chained ones.. can only plead in vain.

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