It's three fifty three and I'm need of saving

Work is a bore

Same old tedious chore

 

Can you believe there are no windows?

 

My eyes despise this heat

Ever rising

Each day is stuffy

Man, I'm sweaty and sleepy

Sure

 

Artificial lighting makes a dull scene

Non-scenic scene

The same old seen scene

Every day for what feels like an age

Yet time

Stands

Still

Or at least that's the feel

The feel, wish I could

Feel the sun pat my back

Feel a breeze caress my reddened cheeks

Alas, no

 

I'm stuck, trapped and hating

Well

Not hating, just bored

Sick of this tedious chore

 

I can't believe there are no windows.

 

Five years of this very scene

This quiescent dream

of silent screams

And invisible tears

 

We trap ourselves in our need to survive

Make a living

To thrive

Out there at least

Beyond the windowless walls

To reality's light

 

Reality

The reality is I should be working

But I'm damned

Damn bored

Damn hot

Damn stuffy

And, damn it, sweaty too

 

I need a window

I want to fly

Fly right into the sight

And glorious light 

of sky

Actual light, not synthetic

Right

 

But there are no windows

My boredom grows heavy

Filling me now

Anchoring me down

Down

Down to the depths of caring

Not

Not caring

More sharing

Of these thoughts as they come

These little snippets of my fact

 

Fact - there are no windows

 

Fourteen minutes past four

I can't be bothered anymore