Alone at night, I ponder my fate,
What I love in my job, which parts I hate,
What would be constant in all, that I cannot circumvent,
And what is buried inside, that I simply cant vent.
Awake at night, I reflect on my choices,
How the job shapes me, a wolf in sheep's guises,
Running with the hare and hunting with the hounds,
That I am broken inside, is finally making the rounds.
Alert at night, I plan my move,
How the job can liberate, get me back in a groove,
Though with eyes wide open I'm forced to see,
That I'm not for myself, I've to give more of me.
I can close my eyes, its still not late,
Alone at night, I ponder my fate.
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