Awaken to the see the reflection
Of silver clouds on the city bank out the window,
Drawn entirely in grey
Sheepishly a person lay on their back
In surrender to this colorless scheme
The sound of the city swallowed
Not by car horns and the trains rumble,
But the even louder and subtler
Ringing of solemn dread
Only one word reaches their feeble mind:
Work.
As if time could move no slower
One sock, two sock.
Pants. Shirt.
Jacket. Shoes.
They sling their backpack on one shoulder
And meddle their way to work,
Walking along the paved paths and city blocks
The busy streets soundless
In the weary silence of their soul
Why am I alive?
Up the stairs, and they sit, at work
Tired and lonely as they are,
They sink deep into the dark grey
Emanating from their being
Heavier and heavier they go,
And the tired and more tired they feel
Closing their eyes now,
In full allowance to the darkness of the world,
They suddenly feel a great warmth
Creep up from depths of their ocean’s heart
It seeps into their skin from an outside light
So bright, that no shadow is to be discovered.
Bathed and drenched dry in the heat of the universe
They cocooned their soul like the small child they are
Energy of cherry blossom pink, and copper and golden peach,
Encompassing them in a world of change
Curled into the lap of sovereign peace,
Their eyes open once more in full renewal
Color begins to flood the room
As each speck comes into light
They suddenly renew
Like a flower bud long held closed
Ready to bloom with the dawn of spring
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