Palindrome City

I wake up to the smell

Of brewing coffee and

Sizzling bacon.

At the foot of the stairs,

I see my cat,

Curled up and seemingly

Indifferent to my presence.

My roommate, Bryan,

Is making breakfast.

He says something,

but I can’t hear him.

As I traipse outside,

Taking my morning commute,

I see faceless people pass me.

I reach my workplace,

And I walk by my co-worker,

Ann,

Who beams at me.

I see through her.

I wonder if she knows

I can tell everything about her

Just from her eyes.

As a slave to capitalism,

I have no freewill.

I must do what I’m told,

Please my boss,

Day in and day out,

Pretending to be someone I’m not,

Until I forget who I truly am.

Despite all this,

I desperately hope

Everyday

Could be like today.

I wake up to the smell

Of brewing coffee and 

Sizzling bacon.