And now for something completely different.

They get up at the same time.
Carry out their well oiled - well worn routine.
Partake the same wait for the same bus.
The bus comes. The train comes. The same fare. The same faces.
Same route.
The same journey. Only thing that changes is the air.

Occasionally something is different; snow perhaps. But that only grips them briefly.
They still arrive at the office in the same suits. Through the same door. To the same desks.
To the same job.

They carry out their tasks over the low murmur of the ambience; spiking with a burst of laughter.
Minds dare to wonder to more exotic jobs, full of excitement:
Playing with lions, studying volcanoes, racing driver.
Where did they go wrong?

Lunch comes. Same sandwich shop, same menu. They know what they want, but they still glance over the menu,
Full of interesting flavours: Tikka, Corination, Prawn.
"Ham sandwich, please." "Anything else?"
"A bottle of wine too."
But they dare not say it, and stick with Diet Cola.

Back to the desk. Same as the morning.

They carry out their tasks over the low murmur of the ambience; spiking with a burst of laughter.

Minds dare to wonder to more exotic jobs, full of excitement:

Playing with lions, studying volcanoes, racing driver. 

Where did they go wrong?

Home time.

From the same job. From the same desks. Back through the same door. In a creased suit.

Occasionally something is different; rain, perhaps. But it only grips them briefly.

Partake the same wait for the same bus. 

The bus comes. The train comes. The same fare. The same faces. 

Same route. 

The same journey. Only thing that changes is the air.

What happened to life? It used to be full of joy. Excitement.
Anticipation for the future.
Now they're in the future.
And they wish for the past.