The stench of frustration hangs in the air
The look of exhaustion abundantly clear
The taste of coffee on everyone’s lips
The buttery croissants clinging to hips
The touch of a stranger’s bag or case
The jolt of an armpit right in your face
The crinkle of newspapers rustling ‘round
The clicking of keyboards oppressively loud
The nasal announcements drone overhead
The tasks of the day polluting your head
The stress of the day is clenching your jaw
The pressurised headache makes tired eyes sore
The scramble to find something healthy to eat
The urge to drink vodka shots chased or neat
The need to do anything to keep you from screaming
The realization you’re awake and not dreaming
The shock that you’re forty-one, no, forty-two
The life you envisaged, escaping from view
The need to do something ‘real’ with your life
The desire for something that means you’re alive
The dreams and ambitions you had as a child
The confidence possessed now seems quite wild
The vision and focus you manage for others
The goals for yourself are what really matters
The time is right now as we don’t live forever
The saying goes; it’s either now or not ever
The need is so real to break out of the rut”
The station is approaching: I’ve reached my stop!”
© Suzy Rowland Rigg
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