Here at work, I’m just ‘one of them’ – those production staff people who might someday get promoted out of the production department to somewhere else, if they notice and think I’m useful.
One of the people I work with just got called somewhere to talk to someone about something. It appears he’s been given some sort of opportunity to do something cool. I don’t know what, I didn’t ask. I’m the anti-social one, who eats by herself because she doesn’t like making small talk, who takes breaks at her computer because she would rather be online than outside. I’m the one who quietly accepts whatever they toss at me, and dreams about something else, not knowing what else there is. They don’t need me here, my job may be necessary but it’s certainly not difficult, and I would be easily replaced. No one specifically dislikes me, but most people don’t know who I am beyond my name (some people not even that.)
Have you been half asleep, and have you heard voices?
I’ve heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors?
The voice might be one and the same.
I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it,
It’s something that I’m supposed to be.
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection,
the lovers the dreamers and me.