Nature nurture

My normal clothes embrace me,

A scientist in disguise,

And reminds me of the holidays.

Shorts and sleeveless

from the forbidden wardrobe

Give me a brave allure.

Office magnet

My stomach a fist

When entering the door

Of predigested decisions

And bland ideas.

The tiny speckle of hope

And possibility of self expression

keeps me going

In and out.

Low fences

The rigid walls of a predefined career
Are easy to aspire to
And reassuring when thinking about the future.
Walls that delimit a job,
That Somebody else has designed
Are very high and the missing view
Is sadly breathtaking.

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