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Tire of the same ole thing; day in, day out.

Nine Years

She walks in the office and sighs.
Looks around, and to all says, "hi".
And wonders why she doesn't try.
Her spirit cries. Her spirit cries.

Boredom joins her, as morning mist.
Sits down to write her to do list.
Makes sure the deadline is not missed.
Change she resists. Change she resists.

Blanket of dullness covers her.
As she turns on the monitor.
Dreams to be entrepreneur.
This she prefers. This she prefers.

Though her job is not colorful,
Motivates to stay so grateful.
But wants a job that's purposeful.
Her plate is full. Her plate is full.

It's easy for her to stay there.
But she's not getting anywhere.
Her pain she chooses not to share.
Is she prepared? Is she prepared?

An exciting new job appears,
But she's allowing all her fears
To keep her here another year.
A new career? A new career?

November 11, 2008

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