Intolerable; we sweat at the wheels of our desks,

Driving the keyboard through the laneways between Desktop, Google, and Microsoft applications,

Breathing in the prune-dry air-conditioned air.

Favouring the listlessness of indoor introspection,

We derive from our skills an unnerving longing for the beach, the spa, and European vacations,

Tarzanian escapism evolved to luxury pleasures.

Tweaking our annual holidays and superannuation,

Retirement is long in the planning through a maze of income, property values, and taxation,

Until grey we delight at the playfulness of our freedom.

The wheelchairs propel us faster than we recall,

Past poor quality prints adorning the walls with memories of flowers, landscapes, and abstraction,

Which we in our ripening disregard in our dementia.