Beige
Beige keyboard, beige desk
Beige carpet, beige walls
No windows, no air
All darkness and despair.
Every morning, I get up and robotically march off to work, eyes swirling in a hypnotic state. I sit in the lines of cars, spewing emissions and killing the planet, turning everything to gray drab colors much like my cubicle. Soul-sucking, gut-killing drab, stifling torture. I need a change in venue and a change in occupation. How on Earth did we do this to ourselves? Life should be more rewarding. It should not be work, work, work, work, work, die. What is the point?
I sit here in this chair, staring blankly at my black outlined computer screen flanked by a sea of beige colors and papers and pens. Styrofoam cups and yellow sticky notes and my heart sinks. There has got to be another way to make money and do something meaningful in my life.
Fluorescent light overhead flickers, the beige copier whirs in the next room. Manila folders scattered across my desk. I am paralyzed.
Beige carpet, beige walls
No windows, no air
All darkness and despair.
Every morning, I get up and robotically march off to work, eyes swirling in a hypnotic state. I sit in the lines of cars, spewing emissions and killing the planet, turning everything to gray drab colors much like my cubicle. Soul-sucking, gut-killing drab, stifling torture. I need a change in venue and a change in occupation. How on Earth did we do this to ourselves? Life should be more rewarding. It should not be work, work, work, work, work, die. What is the point?
I sit here in this chair, staring blankly at my black outlined computer screen flanked by a sea of beige colors and papers and pens. Styrofoam cups and yellow sticky notes and my heart sinks. There has got to be another way to make money and do something meaningful in my life.
Fluorescent light overhead flickers, the beige copier whirs in the next room. Manila folders scattered across my desk. I am paralyzed.
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