Give, and take
Spend and exchange each day
For another second of time
To yourself
Green dollars and clean water
Leak from the pipe dreams
That run underground, out of sight
Fresh in your mind
As routine drives you down the same road
To the same place
Every day
Every second you escape to
Someplace else.

Funny thing, this poem started out as a rant to writer's block. But after the first lines it went in its own direction.