Bored at Work

I stare and stare
At my computer screen,
Listlessly reading something,
Glancing every now and then at a frozen and cruel clock
In whose lazy and patient hands rest my escape.

I listen but do not hear
Each fleeting song
Playing on my system.

Playing on. 
Musical timekeepers of my monotonous term.

I sit and sit.
The promise of flight
Edging closer.
My legs are like the hands
Of Time’s mechanical face: static.
A timeless face

Sneering on my wrist. 
A chainless manacle holding me put.

I wait and wait…