coffee break conundrum

The trees look deliciously green

as I envy the birds on my lunch break

Look how free they are

Free to fly without the weight

of bills to pay or a man to answer to

I sip on stale coffee and stir the cream like I stir the idea of leaving

around and around until the coffee turns tan

and the coffee is more palatable

And I ponder the thought

That this clock-out could be the last

I place my mind on the left plate

And money on the right

The scale tells no lies...

Punching my card doesn’t keep me alive

anymore than a bird needs permission to fly