colours on wheels, rushing past the unseen
streams of ants in the same direction
the tapping of heels that sounds like a march
clocking into a dungeon
of neon lights that are stark and bare
with white walls of which there are three
computer screens and black telephones
the tools that are used here blankly
and i look at the stern and down-turned faces
anxiously going their way
today, tomorrow, their path doesn’t change
it’s expected, a normal workday
through the showcase of sunrise, awakening birds
and the changing light through the morn
while cats sun themselves and dogs chase their tails
and the farmer’s inspecting his corn
in air sometimes fresh, sometimes wet with rain
where a hunter is out on the prowl
while cool ocean waves are crashing down
onto beaches that don’t have a scowl
and here we are trapped, the rulers of earth
yet are caught in a room without view
feeding the banks, our targets, the shops
while we’re missing natures dew
i guess today
what you could say
is i’m tired of this daily race
and wish to be
eating cookies crumbly
under blue skies out there someplace
streams of ants in the same direction
the tapping of heels that sounds like a march
clocking into a dungeon
of neon lights that are stark and bare
with white walls of which there are three
computer screens and black telephones
the tools that are used here blankly
and i look at the stern and down-turned faces
anxiously going their way
today, tomorrow, their path doesn’t change
it’s expected, a normal workday
through the showcase of sunrise, awakening birds
and the changing light through the morn
while cats sun themselves and dogs chase their tails
and the farmer’s inspecting his corn
in air sometimes fresh, sometimes wet with rain
where a hunter is out on the prowl
while cool ocean waves are crashing down
onto beaches that don’t have a scowl
and here we are trapped, the rulers of earth
yet are caught in a room without view
feeding the banks, our targets, the shops
while we’re missing natures dew
i guess today
what you could say
is i’m tired of this daily race
and wish to be
eating cookies crumbly
under blue skies out there someplace






