An untitled poem of my life

Tell me, what I am? A creature with a name plate?
My designation eludes me beyond the company gate.

Techie nerd? Naah, I am an average joe;
How, where, why? I just don’t know.

Feels like an obnoxious dog, looking at the neck strap;
Money is myth, that’s holding me in this career trap.

What I am is not what I wanted to be;
I gonna make it to the top, for others to see.

All my heart craves for, is a long sabbatical;
No worries, professional nor economical.

Things are gonna get better, Life is gonna change;
Shots are gonna hit target, only at the firing range.

The need of the hour is to make the move;
Somehow get going, get over the glue.