Cubicle

Grey

The color of my most dreary memory

Carpet padded walls like the coziest of cells

I want to climb them, like a cat

Stand tall upon the ridge

And scream, like Tarzan

Yellow

Florescent sun beats down from above

Buzzing in my ear like a fly trapped on glue

They wink and blink, confusing

If I take off all my clothes

Will I tan?

Blue

Walking on a solid sea of polyester fibers

Thin and cheap like a budget rate motel

I stare into its depths for hours

Waiting for the tide

So I can dive in

Red

Mocking me with its daily promise

Neon arrow forever pointing to freedom

But I am just a slave to time

Dreaming of weekends

I long to Exit