Soliloquy of hope.
David J Delaney 22/10/2010 ©
Look through my eyes, can you see the swirling leaves dancing on the gentle breeze? hear the murmur and watch the swaying of the branches from the vast array of tropical trees, feel the increasing moisture of the approaching wet season as the ominous dark grey clouds seem to slowly amble across the sky, perhaps the smell of invigorating freshness from occasional rain showering like the flurry of confetti at a wedding, then turning into a deafening downpour flushing the roofs and gutters.
Look closer, I’m manacled, imprisoned to this nine to five doom for another three years, bound by a computer whose beeps and burps frustrate me: with it’s slowness and temperamental displays of defiance, and the phone, Oh Yes! this ringing, persistent, repetitive, unrelenting mind sapping technology with faceless people demanding attention, all driving my mind to an almost explosive finalé, I mull, force myself to receive the never ending procession of stock arriving, and, let’s not forget the orders going out, the smiling customers, forced smiles, wanting their goods, not concerned for my mental deterioration, three more years, will this torture be excruciatingly slow, sapping the very being from my body, do you, like me wish these three years to end now, so I can enjoy the freedom that nothingness brings.
Can you see it?