The work revolves around
With a touch of nonsense and void.
What makes sense to me
Is not a peculiarity and of no importance
To the reasonless pressure and optimization.
I will observe and learn,
I will stick around.
Noise and broken sentences
Crawl in my mind
Worrying why the job I used to enjoy
Is now a reason off dark dreams and tears.
Have I seen a part of it that disgusts me?
Is it just this broken environment I am in?
Is it inside me? Is it the situation?
I reject the whole package
And my life gets impossible,
and gets on.
My skin is soothed
With creams and ailments
I carefully spread at night.
The armour is on
And the shield risen towards the coming sun.
Unreasonable demands and chaotic requests
Are bounced back by the integrity
of the protection I am wearing
And space is created inside and outside of me.