I awake to the sounds of the city surrounding me,
I check my phone – no new notifications
Great.
Another day of doing the same thing
Over and over year after year-
When will it end?
On the bus the same faces,
Same people talking
Everyone’s in their own bubble
Their own repetitive routine
When will it end?
Arrived at the same building
Ready to do the same routine
Over and over- again and again
When will it end?
I sit down at my desk
To do the same thing
Over and over again and again
Out the window the bustling city-
Down below
I closed my eyes
And began to dream
Of a place of incomparable mystery
But instead I look back at the screen
Immersed with the same reparative work
Are You For Real?