My Window Has Bricks

In a cube I spend my day

Spreadsheets, data and florescent display

A childhood of growing and imagining far

Now I sit in rush hour traffic, trapped in my car

Dreams we once had feel now out of reach

And the lessons we learned from those who teach

It all started to go with our 9 to 5 pace

Once I slept till noon, now 5AM hits my face

Breakfast alone before the sun's rise

Slowly the light creeps upon young but aging eyes

Every day the same, the device of a drone

I live this as a worker, a routine of my own

We need to change and break from this mold

To avoid a life half-wasted, just doing as told

A life in a cube making moderate pay

Is not the life I want now or any day

The trill is with me knowing I'll change

To follow a passion that I only can arrange

I call on you all to follow your dreams

Avoid a life of doing only the means

Love what you do , enjoy your life through

Change what you see by changing your view

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That is just a little diddy I did at work today while sitting in my cube. I've been doing the same thing almost daily for just under three years.

I'm planning to attend graduate school to obtain the needed education to finally start doing what makes me happy. Using my ability to observe and communicate to help others in any way I can.

It's going to be great.