The Dream Factory Poem by Matthew Holloway

The unsocial hours greeted
With an air of indifference
The body dragged through motions
To journey, clock on and begin
Another day, another shift
In the dream factory
We are all living the dream
And counting the days down
Counting the years away
To holidays and retirement
The people are mostly not bad
The chores and routines
May vary from place to place
They are all motions still the same
Like a trained chimp acting out
For some such reward
Which never quite feels right
Uniformed and soulless
The dream factory has us all
Living the dream