
Queuing in a dollar craze
I am tired
I am afraid
I don’t know what will happen.
After today
Wake up, make up
I’m thinking “seize the day”.
But the news is wretched
The office is empty
And it’s only Monday.
I am scared
I am derailed
What part of the day
remains to seize, anyway?
What part of this dream
will live to tell
but a somber tale?
What part of this mess
Can I salvage, if we fail?
What part of this plan
Is but boxes and tape?
What crossroad on this path
Isn’t a queue in a do


Leaving, too
I think I’ll leave too
Throw this suitcase out the door
I think I’ll do that thing I always wanted
Go where I never have before
Maybe I’ll do that Phd
Decide to commit to the years
It’ll be hard at first
But I’ll write it out in tears
Maybe I’ll leave for better things
Like nicer buildings and more money
Maybe I’ll go on an adventure
And keep of mama a jar of honey
I think I’ll leave too
Say goodbye to my favorite faces
I’ll lose a bit of me
To keep of th