Clock ticks, minutes pass,Mundane meetings blend as one,Cubicle confines.

Flickering neon,Buzzing fluorescent above,Drains creative ditch.

Coffee’s bitter taste,Endless spreadsheets fill my screen,Escape feels distant.

Stale office air here,Monotonous tasks repeat,Time ticks at a crawl.

Poplar, tall and slim,Leaves rustle like whispers sweet,Whispers of the breeze.