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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