The Other Side of the Glass
Building windows give light to acres of cubicles vast,
illuminating the current form of slavery known.
Yet, walk outside, and you see something unseen before,
those same windows reflect a world of joy passed by.
Reflected there is a world I ache to have last,
free of regimented doldrums in a faceless grey zone.
What we have lost is not found behind office doors,
but under a brilliant cerulean cloud littered sky.
Not the sound of the fax grinding out more paper,
but the sound of the wind, whispering across a lake.
Not the feel of institutional fabric, but long green grass,
and the warm sun enfolding one in an gentle embrace.
Life is passing you by, as you wait for the workload to taper,
yet you know its not going to, and you’re losing fer G’d sake!
Stop dreaming of someday, and just grab your loving lass,
take a moment, and step into life, away from the rat race.
Wonderful! Brava!