Slave

Today of all days.

I feel like a slave.

It can’t be the same.

As way leads to way

Changes have came.

But I feel ashamed.

Should I aim higher?

To the sky as they say.

Shots to the stars come back down as they may.

I’ve lost an eye to this tactic before.

Today I feel low.

As I aim at the floor.

More isn’t more.

What important i’m unsure.

Why I awake so early in the morn.

Mourning my rest.

Possessed to restore.

Distressed because everything left seems to be yours.

Today will then end.

And I’ll be your friend.

Oh master of mine.

Oh lacker of sense.

Common as dollars.

I cast on my collar.

The dog understands.

That all cash is but fodder.

Easy to say when you live off your father.

We want to become self reliant but wonder.

If life was designed to be prized as is honor.

Has pride blurred my eyes?

Can I buy what I want or...

Is freedom too steep of a stair to be climbed?

Perhaps I’ll aim higher.

Perhaps I’ll go blind.