Morning dawns and I’m on my feet again
A zombie walking down Main Street again
A robot, a machine riding in the car
On the bike, in the bus, in the train again
Morning comes, as it does every day
I blinked,
Tomorrow was yesterday
A heated discussion, a strong presentation
Oh, what a well executed negotiation
Stuck in a rut of improvement and appreciation
Of buzzwords and jargon, and self motivation
Night falls, it always ends the same way
I blinked,
Congrats! It’s 3 years today
Hindsight is 20/20, they always say
I always wondered
Who exactly are “they”
And where is their checklist
That I am doomed to follow
Their grand plan, grand design if you may
Go tell “them” to stop pencilling me in
I blinked, again and again
I don’t want this anymore
This endless maze
Of reward and rebuke
This pointless chase
Maybe it’s not all it’s cracked up to be
Or maybe I’m just longing for the fantasy
The dream they sold us, the story they told me,
“The race is the goal, don’t you see?
It’s safety and stability, a worker’s guarantee”
Is this what we’re all meant for, a life full of
“I’m busy”
