Bars of glass

Outside 

the day drifts by 

Every now and then

I look up from my work 

and see the changes in the sky

and I pause,

- quiet -

feeling distanced from the riot 

of the highway and its people, 

another day goes by me

I've become another sheeple.

Sitting at my desk

instead of 

laughing with my friends,

and before I can appreciate the day

it quietly ends.

Rather,

I stoop and stare through windows

(bars of glass)

My hair untouched by wind,

my skin untouched by sun

- for me the day has ended

even before it has begun -

I stop my childish dreaming

place my feet firm on the ground

and force upon myself

that money

makes this world go round.

For we are actors on life's stage

may not be brave may not be bold,

we must perform to earn our wage,

 and we must act as we are told, 

must sacrifice it all

and be content within 

our cage.