Product





When all is said and done

When the day is over

And I finally head home

Am I a product of my own making?


As I make my way out of bed

To complete the next work day

Slipping into the same morning routine

Am I a product of my own making?


I wake up and check the glass panel

That rests comfortably within a pocket

Looking for a message that brings me joy

Am I a product of my own making?


I prepare to make my commute

Traveling from my home to my work station

Preparing myself to complete set tasks

Am I a product of my own making?


As the world sends me messages

Through glass screens and panels

And printed pages plastered with adverts

Am I a product of my own making?


Every signal that the world sends me

Every external message demanding attention

As I arrive at work with apprehension

Am I a product of my own making?


Hours spent doing repetitive tasks

While fellow employees try to keep up

Doing thankless work for less than they’re worth

Am I a product of my own making?


Spending time processing and lamenting

Repeating motion after motion

Taking every break possible for a bit of reprieve 

Am I a product of my own making?


Heading home from work

As I wondered if I did enough

To keep my job, to keep my livelihood

Am I a product of my own making?


As I return home, I turn on the tv

Hoping for something to distract me

Only to be filled with somber messages

Am I a product of my own making?


Wondering how the world could tick

As the second hand moved on my clock

Thoughts were interrupted by a knock

Am I a product of my own making?


I received a package through the door

My mother sent me a gift

Congratulating me on “making it on my own”

Am I a product of my own making?


As I set the package down and looked around

Trying to find some semblance of peace

I sat down and ate some chips, wondering

Am I a product of my own making?


Unsatisfied with myself, I sat and thought

Of how great it would be to be free of a boss

To be my own person, to be free from my work

Am I a product of my own making?


It was that which motivated me to act upon him

I made my way to his home to confront him

Hoping to free myself, but in the end

Am I a product of my own making?


Constructing an image to convey a message

Performing an act to stun an audience

Crafting symbols and icons to capture eyes

Programming the code for a new age.

 

Designing tools to craft new objects

Envisioning a world beyond our conceptions

Emboldening the crowd to partake in progress

Manufacturing the consent of the masses.

 

Conveying every thought in my mind

As it flows from my hands through glass

To be displayed to eyes I will never see

Eyes that exist beyond me.

 

Every construct that we build

Every performance that we undertake

Every pair of eyes that we capture

As we invite destruction in our wake.

 

Every tool that we use to destroy

Every perspective that feeds our own

After following through on my ploy

Was I truly a product of my own making?





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