It happened. Officially, I’ve become one of potatoes.

I’ve got what I asked for, what I wanted. Partially, at least.

How do I find it?

I just wanted to be independent and live the way I wanted. Earning money, though, has taken up all my time. I’ve been stolen the hours that I’d been putting aside all my life. What do we even need money for?

Where am I in all this?

Leaving at dawn, coming back at dusk
I’ve lost myself in the time
week after week
it’s playing tricks on me
and I’m too tired
to say ‘good morning’
rotting in bed
for long hours.

I can already see my grave from the distance.