A day in the life of a cog. Volume 1:

  As a cog in this wheel that is perpetually present in, one young man's, life. 

  The waking bells were not requested. For the evening was where he was needed. 

  Dreaming of seedlings that have yet to sprout and scheming on how to surmount yonder mountains. Announcing his answers to those who allow.

  Upon arising earlier than anticipated. This one now plays a game of production  and patience. Awaiting responses and weighing the options. It has now become a fun balancing act: Between pleasure and necessity.

  As the day trickles by like an endless queue in some high alert airport. The time slowly slips toward  his inevitable appearance at the factory for these high maintainence robots in search of  their assembly line sustenance. 

  The night begins in standard fashion. With a chaotic flourish of unorganized puppets performing a show with an unknown and unwanted climax.

-Kory D.-1/27/18-