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Between the elevator and desk,

I felt my resolve dissolve.

Even focus and discipline

Weaken as the elevator’s ring dings.

Like the bell before a fight, I

Psych myself up for war.

Fatigues are caffeine and 808s, but

Fatigue ain't scared and doesn’t relent.

The chime triggers hypnosis; like

Free-will and self-determination ended when it

Rang. A spell perennially cast and I always

Fall prey. Productivity stays away

When I accept the truth my body knows —

I don't want to be near here.

A beach sipping a bourbon peach smash, or

City exploration with touristy to-dos.

Another chime and I return; I never left.

All that greets me is a desk and my chair there.


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