It is Monday morning and something is waiting for me
Something that because of it, I didn’t sleep late
Something that is going to want to drain me if I am not careful
Something that drags me into thinking about pieces
And makes me need to wear glasses and lose sight of
What happens in the big picture
But it pays me and allows me to break the problems
Into manageable abstract form of convoluted things
That I need to open up and decipher
I don’t know how long this run will take
But I hope I won’t burn a fuse or be drowned this time
Good thing is it pays me
Money is a problem which I cannot resolve by myself
And it allows me to be in an environment
Which I encounter people daily
And the funny thing is I see them more than my friends and family
That is not the joke,
The joke is the reason we were put together was mainly because
We could solve a problem that looked similar
This arises a mismatch
And each mismatch is an opportunity to learn
To fill in the gaps
Or set boundaries
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