I’m tired of chewing gum
My jaws clench
From all the hi-how-are-you’s.
They further refuse to lift up
In perfunctory smiles.
The we-should-meet-for-coffees
Sip through
And back inside,
Mutiny of brain and mouth together.
I look up to see eyes
Just as voided as mine.
Rictuses just as plastered,
Shoulders lowered in surrender.
When did we become
Such a well-trained army
Of corporate soldiers?
March March March to work and back.
Void in between
Well-scripted scenarios
That we play unhesitantly
At snaps of invisible fingers.
I want sunshine and windows,
Children’s laughter,
And walks in the park
Mid-afternoon.
I want to see the sky
From near a tree
And breathe in rain
That does not feel like acid.
I want others to know
I mean what I say
And I’m not just reciting
From my embedded script.
I want my life back
And my days to be different,
I’m tired of chewing gum.
*And I did it! A decade later, I’m no longer a corporate drone. Now I write :)
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