Day after day, everything is the same.
The alarm blares,
Snooze once, snooze twice,
Bleary-eyed we get ready for work.
Bumper to bumper we crawl along,
The clamoring of horns urges us forward.
The percussion of music reverberates amongst the shouts,
The sun shining in opposition to our mood.
Crammed into our cubicles and chained to our desks
We click and we type,
Eyes straining under the fluorescence
And in the glow of our monitors.
Hour after hour we churn out our data
Until the bell sounds, marking the end of the day.
We rush to descend from the glass towers
To once again join others on the road to our escape.
For a few hours we can relax,
Our time is ours once again.
Until tomorrow,
When the grind begins anew.
Everything & Nothing 