“goto office”

In the hush of morning’s gentle light,  
Coffee steams, the world’s in flight,  
I don crisp-collared Monday blues—  
A tie, a badge, all walking shoes.

The city yawns with distant horns,  
Elevator chatter, documents worn,  
The scent of paper, hum of screens,  
This is the realm of office dreams.

Rows of desks, a garden of thought,  
Laughter blooming between the lot,  
Spreadsheets, emails, meetings to chase,  
But lunch brings sunlight to this place.

Behind glass walls, plans unfurl,  
Ideas grow in pixel swirls—  
From water-cooler hopes and jokes,  
To small victories beneath the yokes.

The clock hands turn with silent poise,  
Afternoon cups refill the noise,  
Yet every click, each line of code,  
Tells stories down this carpeted road.

By five, the city’s shadows cast,  
We pack the hours in, leave at last—  
The office hum a song inside,  
A gentle, daily, loyal tide.

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