In a busy life like ours, has it ever crossed your minds at least once, a deep desire to just have a moment, only for you?
An alarm is set to wake you to your reality! Sadly, I have an alarm that ticks in my head... and beeps me to kick start my day at 5:00 when my mechanical clock is still waiting to strike half past five and set me up with its deafening beeps to a more alarming wake up call!! I toss and turn with a migraine that feels more like my brain cells being electrocuted, and push myself to cleanse away the last few magical specks of dust sprinkled by Ole Lukøje :(. And it slips through the drain and septic tanks and some sewage miles away...
I gorge food like my taste buds don't care to sense goûter(taste) any more and dash my way to catch my bus to work! A walk through the lanes strewn with waste papers crumbled and cow dungs carpeting your way ahead... I glance over to the road further on and see the sweeper curving down stretching the last of his spine to brush away the filth of reckless citizens, who forgot that the earth was his last lair of freedom. Keeping it mucky in his timeless spree to maintain with the pace of a mechanical life, he forgets, that he is crumbling away the last remains of a green world that was nurtured and described by a generation forgotten beneath the Graves. I dash into the bus and before a wink of an eye I'm at the alter of the Corporate Deity, that supply my wallet with the currency to lead an ordinary existence. And yet I choose against the desires my soul looks out for.
I tap away on my keyboard, sensing every muscle wearing away to a tiresome halt. Nevertheless, staying alive beneath the monotonous schedules, becomes obligatory... I smile and chatter away, not knowing what reflection I make for myself in a community that is disparaging. Still, I sit amongst the others like a Gladiator battling away and contemplating that "Targets" and "Scorecards" make more sense than just sensing the feel of the early morning mist on my bare skin.
As the Golden Arc drapes down its weary scarf, hiding its warmth in the far horizons of the Arabian Sea, I walk out through the doors of digital security and nerve wrecking air conditioning, to become aware of the breeze tingling through my curls. And oh no... Here I go again, scurrying swiftly to catch my bus... huffing and puffing, through the crowd and jumping into the motor just in time to head to my dwelling.
Depleted of my energy, with only exhaustion left to experience, I trod back home, trying to make sense as to what I gained and what I lost. I gained the extra bonus of being a couch potato garnished with a pinch of blubber and lost another probably promising day to feel the earth under my feet.
I lie down, not being able to rest my head... It twirls through the day... and before I know I slip into the dreary douse of slumber!! No dreams to relish or enliven the spirit in me... just a few hours ahead of another long day... and me!
An alarm is set to wake you to your reality! Sadly, I have an alarm that ticks in my head... and beeps me to kick start my day at 5:00 when my mechanical clock is still waiting to strike half past five and set me up with its deafening beeps to a more alarming wake up call!! I toss and turn with a migraine that feels more like my brain cells being electrocuted, and push myself to cleanse away the last few magical specks of dust sprinkled by Ole Lukøje :(. And it slips through the drain and septic tanks and some sewage miles away...
I gorge food like my taste buds don't care to sense goûter(taste) any more and dash my way to catch my bus to work! A walk through the lanes strewn with waste papers crumbled and cow dungs carpeting your way ahead... I glance over to the road further on and see the sweeper curving down stretching the last of his spine to brush away the filth of reckless citizens, who forgot that the earth was his last lair of freedom. Keeping it mucky in his timeless spree to maintain with the pace of a mechanical life, he forgets, that he is crumbling away the last remains of a green world that was nurtured and described by a generation forgotten beneath the Graves. I dash into the bus and before a wink of an eye I'm at the alter of the Corporate Deity, that supply my wallet with the currency to lead an ordinary existence. And yet I choose against the desires my soul looks out for.
I tap away on my keyboard, sensing every muscle wearing away to a tiresome halt. Nevertheless, staying alive beneath the monotonous schedules, becomes obligatory... I smile and chatter away, not knowing what reflection I make for myself in a community that is disparaging. Still, I sit amongst the others like a Gladiator battling away and contemplating that "Targets" and "Scorecards" make more sense than just sensing the feel of the early morning mist on my bare skin.
As the Golden Arc drapes down its weary scarf, hiding its warmth in the far horizons of the Arabian Sea, I walk out through the doors of digital security and nerve wrecking air conditioning, to become aware of the breeze tingling through my curls. And oh no... Here I go again, scurrying swiftly to catch my bus... huffing and puffing, through the crowd and jumping into the motor just in time to head to my dwelling.
Depleted of my energy, with only exhaustion left to experience, I trod back home, trying to make sense as to what I gained and what I lost. I gained the extra bonus of being a couch potato garnished with a pinch of blubber and lost another probably promising day to feel the earth under my feet.
I lie down, not being able to rest my head... It twirls through the day... and before I know I slip into the dreary douse of slumber!! No dreams to relish or enliven the spirit in me... just a few hours ahead of another long day... and me!
