job

They are going very very  slow

Strolling girls and low slung bags over shoulders

All I know today on this, the day

The window opened and out flew my soul

It’s cold outside and with every slinking minute I grow bold

Such is the life I apparently strive to live

And the purpose of it wanes and waxes

Extremely stupid

That’s ok

I get better

And you

Competition

Shrinks into a little spark and disappears