The Daily Grind

The bright sun beats down on the window,

In the blue sky, the clouds move slow.

I watch as the dust of Nature swirls,

I watch as the smoke of Man curls.

I sit here, in a large box,

Breathing air cooled by a box,

Wearing clothes that came in a box,

Eating a meal, packed in a box,

Earning my living, working at a box,

Not outside, among the green trees,

Not outside in the cool breeze,

I sigh and get back to work!

Aviv Nair

21/12/2012