It was cold outside before I got in here.
And it'll be cold when I come out.
But for some odd reason
It was hot at lunch.
Stupid inconsistent climate.
Don't quite notice the temperature in here.
Puts you off guard
for the blast of cold
and wind
that comes as you go up the escalator.
Just pretend not to notice.
Like I don't really notice anything, here.
Not the dizzyingly high ceilings
Not the tunnels that stretch off into the darkness.
Pretend not to notice.
Pretend not to care.
That's lesson number one.
Of Course,
I do notice things.
It's just pretend.
That's all we do all day.
Isn't it?
Pretend that you care
what the teacher's talking about
even though you don't give a shit
what the cosine of 47.35 degrees is.
Just sit there
Nod your head.
Pretend you care.
That's lesson number two.
Of course,
I care about things.
Everyone cares.
No one cares.
Can't make up my mind.
I do care.
I care that it's 4:30 and I need to get home.
I care that it's Thursday.
Almost Friday.
Almost the weeked.
When I get to sleep in.
That'll be nice.
Just wanna get home.
Relax.
Now I see a light at the end of the tunnel
And I really hope it's the train.
Maybe that's lesson number three.
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2 comments:
Awesome poem, Nick! I know how you feel :)
I agree with Renata.
And I really liked the cosine 47.35 degrees stanza, that line specifically. The "light at the end of the tunnel" bit at the end is almost cliche, but I feel like you get around it somehow. Still feels like it should be cliche, even though I think you dodge it. Maybe try tweaking that line a little? I like the overall ending idea, though.
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