Me Time

Sleep’s cloak
Wraps arms
Around my
Person, as closing
Eyes warp visions

Quixotic mood
Engulfs as I gradually
Let go tether
That binds time
Enslaved mind
Feels lost

Stockholm syndrome
Sets in as wherewithal
Takes hostage time
And freedom to enjoy
Life – perpetual

We work whole
Week and on weekends
Catch-up with chores
Time keeps leaving
Without footprints
As I chase it with
Butterfly nets

Finally have elongated
Life by salvaging time
In toss up, have chosen
To have slightly pinched
Pocket and overflowing
Minutes to enjoy fruits
Of labor, at home
Finally, with me time~


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