I am a prisoner of my Dreams,
Enslaved to the things i own,
Grabbed at Wrist by time,
With every pulse beating, clock ticking away,
Dreams aborted by the beep of an alarm,
Sweating to the thump of the music on a Treadmill,
Fingers doing on the work on the keyboard,
Consumed by Work and Consuming Coffee to make a living,
This is my Life - Surrounded by 2 digits, 0 and 1.
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