Wednesday 5 November 2008Dreaming a dream, I may not sing,
sitting with an expressionless face,
may not get up and dance, may not
laugh without reason, all working in
the same space
A lovely beautitude of quiet reflection,
a sacred solitude, when feelings surface
from time to time, running into the passage,
returning as quiet as a mouse, sharing a
communal work place
Leaving no space for individual rhythms
of life, I consider my colleagues and they
are considerate to me; heavens above, what
a way to waste one’s life, all to get paid to go
away on holiday…
Let me sing my song, let my thoughts glow within,
let the dance be in my heart, let me
taste freedom…
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