some are always looking
for another way,
a different way,
not settling for the nine
to five,
the time clock,
the shallow grave of work.
the mill,
the cubicle,
the rake. they see outside
the lines.
crossing over,
it's not courage,
not bravery it's fear
that keeps them from joining
the rest of the world.
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