There was a time I worked, for titles and designations,
On not getting promoted, I would hand in the resignations.
With each new job hop, the title got more glorified,
To say salary mattered little, I would have lied.
One fine day, I took a clean break,
A solopreneur, no salary to home take.
Just doing what I loved, no titles to restrict,
It barely paid the bills, but the lifestyle clicked.
Then came a time, a grand title was offered,
You can build from scratch, the proposal was proffered.
I took the bait thinking, I'll be finally making decisions,
It turned out to be another job, following someone else's vision.
The wheel has turned again, I need to become untitled,
Just focus on what I love - that's the least to which I'm entitled.
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