this is today

The world is grey. you walk the streets wearing the same shoes, the same pants, the same shirt. Your face is stone. No smiling allowed. You work, just like everybody else. You are a machine. Cold and numb. Your existence serves no purpose other than the one given to you. It is a faceless reality. Nameless.
You are a number on a screen.

For today, you wake up. There is no rush, no flustered hurry to the door. No panic allowed. Order, Order. 
You shower, brush your teeth and use the latrine. But your body doesn't belong to you. You catch a glance of your deteriorating reflection. Hair perfectly trimmed. Eyes straight forward. No staring. No standing. Keep moving. You might pass a glance at the numbers. The penetrated skin. Your identity. Next in line, keep moving. Next.  No time to think. No time for questions. It's time to go.
You make your way outside. There are no clouds. The sky is indifferent, unchanging. The floor is concrete and immovable below your feet. There's no gust of air in your face. No birds. No trees. No life. The humans did it.
Don't ask where. Don't ask why. It's time for work. Work makes one free. Step here. Take this. Four by four. Six by six. Nothing can be broken. Only formed. Formed, not created. There are no creations. Never was. Everything is. One more. One less. First, Then. Next, Last.
We are Happy. This is the way. Children do not know pain.

This is today.