off a bridge into the raging
water below.
but halfway down,
i question what
i'm doing. maybe i shouldn't
be killing myself,
maybe i should just suck
it up like everyone else
and live.
go back to the cubicle
and toe the line.
then i wake up, shaking
the dream out of my head.
i go the shower,
gingerly stepping into
the basin, being
careful not to slip.
i think about Friday
being right around the corner.
happy hour.
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