Blue

I wonder if this was a
case of attempted graffiti?
It looks ripe for making your
mark, but maybe getting up
there proved to be too much
of a challenge.

Morning,
fresh hot coffee,
air conditioned corridors,
footsteps passing my closed door,
the sound of small fans,
fluorescent lights on beige walls and gray tightly woven carpets,
the clicking of my fingers on plastic keys,
the sound of my own thoughts,
faraway thoughts,
of no importance,
of another reality,
of other lives,
far
away.