Surrounded by people, yet feel lonely
First world problems, the struggle is real
Freedom in freelancing, in name only
Only work when you want? Not how I feel

Working from home might mean starting at 2
It might mean I don’t leave the house all day
Must keep going, one more cup of cold brew
Well past midnight, at my desk I must stay

Don’t get me wrong, not being ungrateful
But life’s so exhausting, I can’t even
Much more than putting food on the table
It’s seeking meaning we can believe in

      To get what you want, but not what you need
      A problem of privilege I must concede