Every morning I wake at dawn, and just as open my eyes the cell door opens offering me a small escape. I take a step to exit the cell, and I slowing take a look at the others held in captivity. This place has the power to turn the purest to the harshest. Those who were once filled with potential and promise now personify the evilest actions. At times I wonder what’s worse : the non-violent “crimes” these “criminals” committed, or the penalty they now face because of their “crimes.” Even those who claim they’ve found religion….I’m beginning to think they claim a religion in order to purchase a spiritual escape from this place. Despite the fact that their bodies remain trapped in bondage, their belief in a higher power prevents them from entering the aura of insanity.
Every morning I wake at dawn, and just as I enter the doors of corporate America I become engulfed in the robotic nature that this place breeds. On the path to my desk I notice the forced smiles and inauthentic greetings and waves. In private I wonder how much longer I can survive in this bondage, where you are expected to bow in front bosses who honestly don’t hold anymore importance than you. But in order to survive and stay afloat in a place where titles and promotions hold more importance than skill, ability, and intelligence we bow in front of bosses to stay relevant. Despite the fact that our bodies are trapped in habitual and robotic routines, our six figure salaries prevent us from entering the aura of insanity.