Redundancy

Feeling a little less
A little less of what I was
As if a limb is lost
As if my shadow too has faded
To think a piece of paper
At the end of a month
Had so much power
Power to give me the veneer
Of attitude, knowledge, happiness
A desire to shop,
A desire to want more
And now that its gone
I feel I can get by with nothing
Demands shrink
As if nothing matters,
As if not deserving anymore
A sense of worth tied to this
Monthly piece of paper
To all the people I once knew
The people I spent the greater
part of the day with
whether I liked them or not
But now with that gone
Time also is unused
Drifting like some seaweed
Unnecessary shrivelled
When the chains are gone
Freedom has no meaning anymore