A Life Less Ordinary

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..