A Life Less Ordinary

Written by: Master Jones

Where is our fight
Doomed to be controlled,
Like robots in the night,
Our hearts growing cold..

Keeping us bound
To open plan offices,
Unnatural sounds
And beige surfaces.

When power is lost,
Creativity strangled.
Eyes staring glossed,
At black rectangles.

Just outside,
A natural utopia.
Yet everyday we hide
and exist in sepia..

A life in monotony,
Is not life at all.
Its almost a felony,
For time we can't recall..

This thinking we need to shed,
These days slowly blurring.
Like Benvolio said
These hot days, is the mad blood stirring..