Here I am in this cubicle
waiting for the end of the world
waiting for an end to this...
Here I am in my 5 x 5 life
anticipation overtaking desire
I cannot accept fate.
All the faceless voices
weaving in and out of
this calm oblivion I create-
I push play again and again,
but all the sounds
of the nine to five world
continue-
driving my already pounding head
to separate at last
from these arms
driven not by desire,
but by command.
Work and make them happy
work and society accepts you
work-
and it all gets better...
when you get older...
this detail becomes more
than just edible-
it becomes delicious...
I say fuck this place,
I say fuck this time...
I say I am who I am
and no amount
of clicking,
no undiscovered voices sounding
without consideration, without motive
without even having something to say...
will carry me away
from my wanderlust... I am a composite-
I am a billion swirling molecules...
This chair, these walls
and all the stale, stinking corridors
are my closest comforts-
It isn't about knowing you,
you would clear the air...
you would clear the channel...
you would send this world spinning
you would knock me off my soapbox
If only your affectations
could influence
my style.
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