Mode Repeat

One must imagine Sisyphus happy. -Albert Camus

Mightily stumbling

Through the chaos rumbling;

Eyes glued to the screen,

Music plugged in

My ears till they bleed,

As my eyes become sore while I read;

For hours at a stretch I am here

Just so that my dreams could breed.

Dreams that I put on hold

To get through the capitalism so cold;

Yet, the hearth is kindled lit,

For within me there is my kindred spirit

Lingering for the rendezvous

Of breaking the shackles, to brew

The art, to call it my feat.

Meanwhile, all days are on mode repeat...