I Have Sold My Soul — Original Poem

I wish I could rent my soul during office hours
It would roam like a young wild, and free bird
My soul will go to places I cherished to visit
Sing, dance, and play like there is no tomorrow.

Its been more than three years now
I still can’t confine myself within walls
I want to feel the sun,
I want to get drenched in rain.
10 am to 7 pm like I am doing hours
Serving my time in a prison
Waiting for the weekend
Just like convicts waits for their time to be over
Lucky me, I have got some inmate
They are suffering with me
We share the same sorrow, perhaps
The feeling is mutual, I can say
They can relate to my misery, I guess

My superiors are like a warden.
Monitoring my freedom
Speculating my every move
HR is doing a headcount
He has a sharp eye like an eagle.
Nothing gets past this guy!
How on earth I have become a corporate slave
I wonder every day, every hour
Every time I take a deep breath,
I wonder what I am doing just for money

Oh, dear Lord, I have sold myself
Mercy this poor soul, let it breathe
Let me break the chains
Let me be free
Let me fly through the sky
Let me swim through the river
Let me vibe with a soothing music
Please Lord, Oh dear lord.

No, I take it back,
I would pen through this whole poem
Would ctrl+a delete, the entire thing
Hit backspace with anger
My wrath would cool down
I would come to the office the next day
As if nothing happened
I would greet my colleagues with a smile
Wait for the month to end,
When I would get the salary,
All the sulking will elapse,
Momentarily
But it would come back sooner or later
I would utter in silence
I have sold myself
I have sold myself
I would die someday
In this never-ending loop.