December finally comes.
unexpected and awaited we huddle in our own social circles
blocking the cold with exchanged hot air and shared *******
complaints a quick fix to so many of our daily issues.
Snow piles beneath our feet and we continue forward
dour moods no excuse for falling production, we must be
productive.
We must give quamtifiable results so we may look back on our endeavours
and claim them a success.
Imagine if they tracked us like they do our hours,
followed us as closely as these stories we are forced to tell to noone,
do you think they'd enjoy the insight?
Or would we resume our spot in their eyes as those children,
adolescents lost and cpnfused willing to sacrafice their time for nothing
more than community and experience.
D ec ember en d s
a long week
punctuated by quickened pace
and short days spent under the hum of everything weighing down on you.
i lost it once,
hyena laughter braying through dark skies
at nothing..
or am i just forgetting something again.
Let's turn around,
I'll check the cabinet
if you help me disappear.