A Poem, about work.

Wandering without a map
Lost in his own mind
Unable to fill the gap
He hasn’t got the time

Unsure of what to ask
The words don’t come out
Now that he’s put to task
All he feels is doubt

Finally the words came
“I don’t know” he said
“You don’t know your name?”
Fuck, wish I was dead

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