truth

nine-to-five working
hours
and hours at a time
motionless
sightless but to the screen
backed by gray
walls
of his cubicle.

working to solve world crises,
working to resolve inner peace.
taking baby steps one at a time,
he makes less progress than a mime
an unconventional hero,
his potential was never more than zero.

taking steps
but always looking back
to why and when and where,
the buts the ifs the could-have-beens,
sitting
back to an uncomfortable chair
finishing
his nine-to-five working
hours
and hours at a time.