Up at 6am,

look out to dawn yawn.

Another night come and gone

I didn’t once look up to the moon,

observe the stars,

With Mother Earth, not attuned.

Coffee, more coffee.

Working, no exertion.

Dreaming of another version.

An alternative to this mind numbing routine.

Why couldn’t they build a system

more serene?

Assignments that feed the soul.

Escape this monotonous toll.

Focus.

Start on the never ending pile,

or check voicemail, hit redial?

Folders overflowing.

Purpose of life, forgoing.

Contemplating an escape.

Fly away, superhero in a cape.

Focus.

Plunge into excel.

Until the sounds of that old lunch bell.