The final countdown.

Characterless Office cubicles,

Grey carpet lit by illuminated fluorescents

All eyes on the clock.

.

Motivation is lacking,

Attention lost. Care thrown out the door.

Our entire mindset captured by the gentle tick.

Savages reduced to cogs.

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Five is met. The silence is broken.

We rise together in unison.

Smiles etched to faces.

Colour warms our cheeks.

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Our lives begin with the chimes.

Scattering to all four corners.

To loved ones, to sanctuary.

To all in between.

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Life not spent living,

Is life wasted.

Break the system.

Rage against the machine.