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Thoughts from the Depths of the Daily
"If I were to leave, nobody would notice."
A peer towards the left where the exit
stands ready, to accept me should the
lethargy command me to escape.
"Inconsequential me. No one would care
if they found my seat empty. I am just
a cog in this machine - one that is
particularly small."
And I knew that, coming in. Unwary of
that role I'd adopted; one that is carried,
inevitable, from
every staged employment that
has hounded me since
I've come of age.
"To leave would cause issue but only
for a moment. A warning would come,
springing to life on the screen at my head,
and then pass into that section of memory
reserved for things that matter least."
Fluorescents were eased in accordance
with the daylight that taunts us
from beyond efficient windows that
let the skyscrapers peer at us while
we ignore them, having seen them enough;
no longer interested in their scope.
"I'm still afraid to leave. What if I
return to a job that's no longer mine?
Would I care? I'd find another in
due time, and all things would be fine.
I'd live, and that's what matters, right?
Even if the desire isn't there,
I'll live."
I will continue wasting time.
