Thursday, 5 June 2014

Artificial Light - A Poem

The office was dark. Peaceful.
Random lights lit the path between partition walls, departments and teams.
My desk, dimly lit, reflected out of me.
30 clicks of 30 switches flickered florescent tubes to life.
Alone in the office and yet everything was now bright.

Underneath, it seems to be a facade.
Under the light, the bright colours, teams of unsatisfied unthanked minions will toil.
The posters and colours seem so fake.
Issues and errors draining efficiency, enthusiasm and belief.

You want the truth?
The dimly lit office suited me so much better than this Artificial Light.