We Are Not Accepting Applications At This Time

A hundred unknown faces
Pass through my Manhattan office
And we gaze at the abyss

Caught in red tape
Beyond money and kindness
Deep down, we know this:

When you finally let go
You see you never had it

But how do I let go?

Well, that requires
An office job.
Come back again tomorrow.

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