
Stuck in this corporate world
The longer I’m in it the more I want to leave it
And the more it becomes . . . impossible to
Gazing out the window on a listless Friday
The alien-like voices on conference calls drift
Through cold glass windows and they drone
And drone and drone
Like machines that have been left on
And my thoughts wander again
To that small town in my mind
Small house in a small town
Waking to the sound of a rooster
Watching the sun go down on my veranda each day
With white wine or maybe a whiskey if I’m in the mood
Spending days the way I please
Answering no one
Questioning nothing
Growing my own tomatoes
The modern world just a highway in the distance
The sound reminding you that it’s there, if you need it
But only if you need it
Only if you need it
Some daydreams keep you sane