Sep 21, 2009 22:27
Snapshot of
my
day.
Work from nine to five
like everyone else.
Attempt at losing
my mind in piles of
paperwork,
more time spent on
Facebook than
anything else.
Five o’clock.
Rush out
the
door,
down
the
stairs
and to the Sky Train.
Catch myself
staring out the window,
getting lost in the
labyrinth of downtown.
Arrive home
where I can only sit
numbly
shocked into my own
day-to-day routine
that I did not want
to be in
as a teenager.
So I lay down
and I drown in the pile
where I compost all
my emotional scars
and can only wonder
“What if?”
What if I had chosen to
shuck away the chains
of social expectations,
broken away from mediocrity
and done what I wanted?
But all I can do
is sit down
and
sob
and wonder.
r: g,
f: original