Metamorphosis
Clickety clacky sounds echo
Gaining momentum across the office floor
Interspersed with the occasional thumps and grunts,
The pumiced silence permeates through the sleek deco
A stark contrast to the raucous past,
Hands which held pencils and toys,
Now just have over-used thumbs
The sounds made by slap bracelets,
Replaced by loud mouse clicks and regrets
Legs adorned with battle scars,
Running along muddy roads
Now sit smooth and unblemished
On ergonomical chairs
The lungs that never gasped for breaths and
The voice that never got hoarse
Mock us now, that stair-climbing is a sport and
Passive aggressive debates happen only in the courts
The saddest of-course are the dreams
For, after having imagined infinity and beyond
They now just have to settle for the next highest post
Welcome to the Metamorphosis of the rat race - human folks!
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