The Overview

Humdrum, every day work,
Same time, same place, same pace,
Shut away from sunlight’s gift of hope,
A cavernous existence,
No room to stretch your imagination,
Crushed,
By the weight of ‘must do’, ‘must do now’,
The treadmill of survival turns,
And yet the desire to fly remains,
The desire to soar free above polluted minds and cities,
To observe the glow of sunrise and watch as night washes away the debris of the working day;
Cleanses minds clogged with cumbersome and valueless facts, figures and lists that stretch to eternity.
A chance to view for just a few brief seconds the whole picture,
To see every tiny misshapen piece fitting into Life’s jigsaw.