Between the elevator and desk,
I felt my resolve dissolve.
Even focus and discipline
Weaken as the elevator’s ring dings.
Like the bell before a fight, I
Psych myself up for war.
Fatigues are caffeine and 808s, but
Fatigue ain't scared and doesn’t relent.
The chime triggers hypnosis; like
Free-will and self-determination ended when it
Rang. A spell perennially cast and I always
Fall prey. Productivity stays away
When I accept the truth my body knows —
I don't want to be near here.
A beach sipping a bourbon peach smash, or
City exploration with touristy to-dos.
Another chime and I return; I never left.
All that greets me is a desk and my chair there.