A poem about the Mindless and Thoughtless efforts about working for someone else. Not accomplishing your goals, but the goals of others. The time is now to rise from our cube and revolt against the system of the cubicle. Will you stand, or will you fall?
This is a poem about fall, quite simple in and of itself. But my mind works in mysterious ways which brought to life the idea of Fall being the season of Flaming Leaves, the Phoenix of nature. From Primordial Ash and to life once more.