Dilemma

This job…
I hate it, so unmotivated
To even try
So uninspired, I feel my soul
Slowly slipping through my fingers
I feel my heart begging why
As it lingers on the floor crushed
Stomped upon like yesterday’s business
As if it never mattered.
My mind, well I try to piece it back together
But it’s shattered and scattered across this office
This desk feels like a prison
I no longer wish to shackle
Feeling so unhinged as I cackle
Just so I won’t drop a tear
I fear that I may be losing myself
Pouring so much into a career I don’t want
Now I have nothing left.
Which do I fear more,
Losing my job or gaining my freedom?
That is the true test.