Like wood in a jungle of concrete
Is my imagination
Breaking the monotony
Excel sheets, G-cals, bland academic papers
Demand equals supply at the equilibrium price
My imagination creates disequilibrium
What if the equilibrium choice is not the right choice?
What if I escaped?
If I were to step out of the bubble-like glass structure I am in
And examine the grains of wood
What would I discover?
What if I escaped?
Can I escape?
Like wood in a jungle of concrete
Are the vivid memories of my childhood
When my only worries were the next storybook I should read
Whether I wanted chocolate chip or vanilla
When home was where I slept
And the world my playground during the day
I was blissfully ignorant then, I am knowledgeable now
Am I?
The world I live in, the world economists hail as “perfect”
Is a bit of an anomaly
Am I surrounded by unlimited choices, or none at all?
What if I escaped?
Can I escape?
<3 Felt every. single. word. Well done on capturing the essence of the 'concrete jungle' so well. <3 I hope one day you will find a way to escape … and we can maybe agree to have both vanilla and chocolate to make up for lost time!
Thank you so much! And I hope so too…I do get my moments of relief with contests such as these that encourage me to be more creative and less robotic 🙂