Your Thoughts Are Not Needed Here, Thank You

Where are the trees?
Where are the doves?
In this concrete room
There's nothing to love.

Stone walls and ceramic tiles
Surround me for miles and miles

I wonder if birds still sing
Or if bees still buzz
I ponder these things
In this room, just because

It's a moment of solace in my mind
Where beyond this single door
Is chaos and disorder
That I must return and do as before

And wipe my independence
Thoughts are flushed with a shirk
As I recompose my posture
And go back to work