By day I sit in a stagnant pool of workers
While management sharks circle and dive
Through currents of meaningless business
We sit in the scum at the bottom
Waiting for morsels to float down
But at night I tap into the stream
The music of my soul leads me up and beyond
I finally understand what power means
And as I render another tune
It all starts to make sense
By day I walk the streets in fear
Wondering if I’ll be crushed
In the stampede of humanity
Keen to get to where the hell they’re going
Even though they don’t know where they’ve been
But at night words run from my fingers fearlessly
Quicker than I can think them
And I forget about who I’m supposed to be following
And concentrate on distilling
The essence of who I am
By day I stare out the sliver of window
At great expanses of nothing
Grey strips of nothing
Meaningless, barren shells of mundanity
I wonder if there is going to be anything out there for me
But at night I hole up in my cave
With the tools of creation surrounding me
I see and hear everything
It all becomes so clear
I wonder why I would ever let it go