It's a new day
And I'm sidetracked
Caught within these concrete walls
I can take the other people
Sitting waiting
Here with me.
It's the smallness
And the sameness
The blue chairs and metal
Frames
The tight weaved sea blue
Carpet
And the white florescent lamps.
It's the fans that hang unturning
And the air so dry and cool
And the banging from the
Scaffolds
That encircle every side.
Please to Christ and let
Me loose
I'm a bird that needs more space
Open up that window there
And watch my exit
From this place.
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