During My Holidays,
I Would Go Out To Unusual Places
and When It is Over,
I Would Feel Different In So Many Ways.
Obviously, it is to do with work...employment;
About six days a week being there;
It Feels Like My Life Is Tied To It
and I Couldn’t Truly Go For Something Different.
It went to the point of having dreams about the people there
and at times...have to focus on the future at that place;
To Go Out Is To Be Free;
A Change Of Place To Actually Be Me.
Well, at least I Could Still Do This;
The Little Time I Have Daily To Be Myself;
The Kind of Joker That I Am;
Not To Lose This Part of Me...Please.
Little Time...because the rest is for sleep
as well as relaxing;
Some Periods of...Meditating;
Perhaps...socializing as I Truly Am.
- Joker Wood
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Author:
Nafis Light (
Offline) - Published: May 2nd, 2021 05:20
- Comment from author about the poem: With rules and the culture at work, it restricts myself from being...me. Somehow, I have to adapt...sacrifice is how I would put it.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Good poem, Joker. Can identify for sure.
yup as Jerry highlighted, the relatability in your write is what stands out the most
at least for me, good read
I understand
It's like a marrige.
Sometime I want to go back to the me I used to be..not be responsible only for myself
Sometimes it's as if breathing is rushed .
Thanks for sharing😊
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