The omnipresent black machines demanding constant devotion
tap tap tap....tap tap tap tap
You can't see ahead, you're not meant to
in a maze built with make-shift walls
Drink the coffee, and be happy
you'll get to go home soon,
or the gym if you feel like it
or the mall to get that sleek dress on sale
you've got choices,
you've got freedom
this is the life
The Drone of Polite conversations at Friday morning teas
The food, the weather, the upcoming weekend
Keep it Friendly, don't stop Smiling,
people are not meant to see what lies underneath,
or has the outer shell thickened and grown into the inner core?
who cares?
Greenery flourishes out of black containers
a lethargic goldfish stares through the dome-shaped tank
resting on the reception counter
Drink the coffee, and be happy
Far Beyond this maze,
a young girl is crying as she watches her red balloon
rise up, along the sandstone building
then away into the white mist
until it became an unrecognisable speck
Farther beyond,
a spring is flowing over a sandy canal,
stroking the jagged edges of dormant stones
and sifting through the ancient sediments underneath
carrying them down gentle slopes,
past a bamboo forest,
a young ivy vine is climbing up along the smooth trunk a tall bamboo tree,
caressed by a warm white light
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