The View From My Cube
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Rush Hour
~TigressSky © July 17, 2015
What has my life become
Sitting in this cube
Impatiently waiting to experience
Rush hour
To become more
Exhausted and frustrated
A moment to sleep it all away
Then awaken to experience
Rush hour
And start this process anew
This isn't where I ever imagined I would be
In a high rise
Next to I-84
Wishing I had done something
Anything at all
That would have taken me
Anywhere but here
When I lose that drive
That tells me I can matter
I can make a difference
To someone or something
Great or small in this world
I can be
Something
More than this moment
Then
It is over
The grand 'They' have finally gotten me
The 'Man' keeping me down
Yes master I adhere
Yet is it man
Or is it the self
That keeps me confined in this nothingness
A meaningless task
Shuffling electronic information
From here to there
Keeping people imprisoned
To the importance
Of receiving acceptance
From the world
Acceptance granted by a printout
Of proof of who they are
Without it they will be allowed
Access to nothing of value
Defined by society
The mastermind controlling
Such proof of you
Of your very own existence
It is all so simple to see
Yet kept busy we are left blind
To the history of where
When, why, and how
This all became
And how simply different
It could all be
How simply simple
It could all be
How our very evolution
Is the de-evolution of life
Is it time for revolution
Inside and out
An awakening to selflessness
Unconditional love
Peace
Or is it an impossibility
Of reality
To be so
Free