The Great Escape

Day creeps back,

sunlight stabs,

birds hold meetings

beyond windows,

the first to work,

worms caught early.

 

The tube is a task,

grey faces fade

into one another,

a pre-recorded

voice orders

"stand back".

 

A boss invites

you to step up,

come to the party, 

and you’re barely

awake, world

incomprehensible.

 

Work, the god

of all things, 

as you envisage

a ladder to the moon

untouchable, reach

for your dreams.

 

Feel your star falling

and face the week, 

frail in the torment

of yet more bills,

an over-riding need

to clap hands on cash.

 

Maybe the world

was different before

it was controlled by

tyrants aiming to empty

pockets, and keep the

masses down.

 

But now you are out,

order another and

gently sip, content,

disconnected from 

the network, game 

happily over, for now.

 

 

JRTF
15/05/14

2nd Draft 26/10/14