Liberate me from the woe, the travesty of life, that describes my everyday pursuits. Everyone so eager, as if they saw victory around the bend. Yesterday, I met my manager on the street, jobless, and the human being he once was was no longer there. Vacant like a seashell gathering the sea's wind. What had he lost but that anxiety of working life which I realize now defined him? Thus, liberate me: Liberate the boring, tedious, jobless me. So that it may break from lethargy, escape the death of atrophy, and perhaps one day my life will find its meaning.