Wednesday, September 05, 2012
Displaced
A spinning universe in my coffee mug
breathe in the aroma
of my liquid energy

Focused eyes in dark corners
illuminated by a harsh electric glow

Foggy from the night before
displaced in an alternate reality
I struggle to continue my work

Distracting heads bobbing past
spacey, friendly, clueless, lonely
I count them in adjectives

Emotions are carried in their eyes
I wonder why we’re strangers

Part of my existence
not by choice but by circumstance

We’re not comfortable
reaching out here

The wrong impression
might leave you stranded

Professionalism is an illusion
in human company
Posted by Lacey at 9/05/2012 10:40:00 AM ::

4 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...
I can deeply relate to this. Thanks for sharing it.
Wednesday, September 05, 2012 10:46:00 PM  
Blogger Lacey said...
Thanks :)
It amazes me how alienated so many members of the workforce feel from the people they spend time with everyday. It seems like a very basic problem of our culture.
Thursday, September 06, 2012 1:56:00 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...
Agreed, and my problem is is that I can't go in the closet. I was born without a filter, so I'm pretty much out about everything, which makes me the jackass lol
Friday, September 07, 2012 12:50:00 PM  
Blogger Lacey said...
That's great, though. (I mean, I can see the complications it would present...but at times it would be beneficial to NOT be able to hide who you are and what you think.)

So many people see me and think they know who I am and what my values are with just a glance. I don't put myself out there enough. If I were a little more outspoken, people probably wouldn't have the misconceptions they do about me. I'm much better at this in social situations than I am in my workplace, though.
Friday, September 07, 2012 4:07:00 PM  

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