I get up and go to work
Routine movements, repeated
Streetlights both instruct and ignore me
asking me to follow the traffic flow,
seem blithely disinterested if I don't listen to them
Inanimate machines whirl to life when I insert the proper card,
yet when I ask them leading questions
They have nothing to say
So Seconds click into minutes roll into hours
Waking, working, sleeping, repeat
In the morning the radio news interrupts my sleep, mid sentence
while a treadmill sits in the basement, covered in dust
I cannot bear the redundancy