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Mundane Partitions
I’m sitting here
In a fairly comfortable leather-coated office chair
Surrounded by grey walls
Grey walls that neither excite nor inspire
Grey walls that match the color of brain matter
Brain matter that feels stagnant when it should be fluid
I’m sitting here
Sipping on my second cup of coffee
Out of a second-hand store mug
My legs are hastily bouncing up and down
But my feet are firmly planted on the floor
I’m trying to run
To exert some sort of productivity
But it’s as if I’m a child
Who wants to be tall
Who wants to reach for the things that are just out of reach
And then a grandparent puts a book on their head to keep them small
And my fingers are typing
Typing and clicking meticulously
Yet they long to be touching the hands of others
To meet people who can make a difference
In this world
In my world
Pause..
Another sip of crappy, generic coffee..
In college I crafted a dream
Fashioned a path for my life
I never thought I’d still be daydreaming
As my heart pounds faster from the excessive caffeine intake
I can’t help but think
Think about the future
Think about how far I could run
How I’m so capable of running a marathon
In another place
A place with color
But I’m stuck
With my feet firmly planted under my desk
Surrounded by grey walls