Vacuum of Montomy

Over and over until it is all over.
Shallow breathing as you walk.
The air does not fill up your lungs.
You wander around.
When will you go outside.
You have responsibilities.
A to-do list.
You wish.
Can't leave now.
Stuck you are until you finish.
Years pass.
You may change.
You will certainly age. 
Keep running on the wheel. 
The reward will free you.
Pride and joy of the modern world is a spit in the face.  
Escape this vacuum of montomy.
Learn a new form of breathing.
Soon, you won't recognize your own face.

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