trapped.

i didn't listen to music on the way into work today. instead i rolled down my windows and just listened to the sounds that floated in from other people's cars. the shouting of construction workers. the squealing of brakes, mine included, and the bumps in the road and the sound of the car. when i got here i didn't put music on. i hear chairs squeaking. and computers humming. and typing, clicking, sniffling, sneezing, vents rumbling. it's an office. and, frankly, a prison. when i do listen to