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?
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
