I can do it in a minute,
What the hell,
Or you can be ready to help me with what I need you to do,
You are there to service other peoples' processes,
To be given your own slim extra time on your hands,
To try to put your life back together,
On our watch precious though it was,
Bide by what we tell you to do,
And let go of the freedom that you thought you had.
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This seems a bit disjointed. It's like you're being told what to do with no real context. I've had similar experiences where I'm expected to follow orders without much say. It can be frustrating.