Business Conference

There is a circus in town Bright and colorful on the outside; An exterior of flashing, blinking lights. Inviting, happy lights. A place I want to be, A place everyone does. But there is a building behind it. A gray, metal building Reflecting sunlight off its walls: Not the beautiful kind of sunlight, rather The kind of sunlight that blinds you As it reflects through your window from Dozens of miles away. I already know I’m destined to go. Not to the circus, but to the building; The gray, metal building That I’ve convinced myself I want to be in, When I know what I want is the circus. But even then I don’t know Where my answer lies — In the gray, metal building, A corporate robot with nothing to my name; Or the bright, inviting circus, Still a corporate robot, But with all the attention in the world, All the attention I’ve never wanted. It’s a horrible world we live in, isn’t it?