NIGHT TALES 14:
Living the Dream
Give me a desk job.
Take your adventures and keep it far away from me.
Am I hard to understand?
Give me a desk job.
Give me lower back pains from sitting for far too long.
Give me stress only endless paperwork can provide.
Get your sick fascinations with fresh air far away from me.
Give me a sturdy desk.
A comfortable chair.
If I have to stand up for it, take it away.
Fulfill my dreams.
Of sitting for eight hours straight in a small, airconditioned space.
Fulfill my dreams.
Of pale skin brought by sunless days and artificial lights as I ride the train home at night.
Fulfill my dreams.
Of never leaving my comfort space.
Fulfill my dreams of staying in one place.
Give me a desk job.
It's all I ever wanted.
I don't care if it doesn't pay well.
I just know that I will take that any day,
Over money made from sweat and movement,
From drinking and driving,
From talking and walking,
From sharing and laughing.
From being far from home.
And being fine with it.
Leave me here.
On my chair,
With my hands on a desk,
And an irremoval manic smile on my face.
Leave me here.
I am me here.
