Qualia

Distractions from a bright box keep me scrolling as the mind locks.

The day goes by as I grow my playlist on Spotify, listening to songs that rock my soul instead of seeking validation like I’m told. 

Zoom calls for the jobs that drain me, yet train me, to network for the career that eludes me which pains me.

I keep moving forward using the maps, allowing the passion for writing to run laps.

Using notes to find the career I love, but yet I shove it to the back of my mind to put the job as my prime.

Marry source of the fund to pay bills, but my bank account gives me chills.

The opportunities always come too late, because I’m LinkedIn my phone like a hot date. 

Then the opportunities fly away like an X that was once a bird and no longer feels heard.

I want to Pause The Apps and calculate the ratio of shame to blame.

I’m stuck to my phone, I’m glued, like T-pain said, “you’ve officially been chopped & screwed.”

I do it for the gram and I do it for the views, I take selfies in the company bathroom, going against policy and I certainly knew. 

By: FireFly