Colors

I drive to work:
grey asphalt,
grey cars,
grey skies.

I walk into my building:
grey cubicle,
beige walls,
olive green carpets.

I take a break in the office lobby:
brown couches,
grey concrete,
wood paneling.

I drive home:
(see above).

The drabness blurs together.
Gruel for your brain.
Yummy.

What if I called out today?
If I took a long weekend and went somewhere
warm, full of bright golden sunlight,
blue skies, and
lush greenery?

I might be inspired.
Who knows what I’d create,
where I’d go, what would happen next.

But it’s only Tuesday.
I still have things to catch up on.
And I have to pay the rent,
besides.

So I’ll walk to my car,
drive down the grey highway,
walk into the grey building,
and sit at my grey desk
for another day.

Thank you, sir,
may I have some more?