Clickity Clack
I am feeling a need to run and roam.
A need to be free,
to breath clean air
and see clear horizons.
I am feeling trapped inside these four windowless walls
with fluorescent lights and nine by twelve screens.
“May I help you?”
“Please hold.”
“One moment please.”
Clickity clack.
Clickity clack.
Clickity clack.
The phone rings,
and it will not stop!
Hold button pushed once,
twice,
thrice.
My head is pounding.
They won’t stop.
They won’t leave me alone.
Clickity clack
Clickity clack
Clickity clack
I can’t breathe anymore.
Am I the only one chocking in this stifling air?
Wedged between ten-key and keyboard,
manager and supervisor,
nine in the morning and five in the evening.
Where will my freedom come from?
What price must I pay, to ransom my spirit
fromthis dreaded world of useless task and meaningless priorities?
When will I be free to breath smokeless air,
run across green fields
and feel the rain falling on my lips
that will wash away the memory of:
“May I help you?”
“Please hold.”
“One moment please.”
Clickity clack.
Clickity clack.
Clickity clack.
~ Cristina Jill Mosqueda ~
