9 to 5
Listening to hour-long playlists on YouTube,
Looking as busy as possible,
Scrolling through Facebook like my life depends on it,
Getting absolutely nowhere from 9 to 5.
Walking down to the metro station and watching trains pass,
Doors open, doors close, trains leave and I wait,
Not knowing how long it’ll be before I get up and go.
This inertia is intoxicating.
The less I do, the less I need to do.
A curly-haired charmer looks up from his phone,
And through the doors of the metro, right at me.
I get up thinking this is the sign I was waiting for.
Someone to break out of their routine to notice mine.
Poetry by Purple Puddles
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Written on 2020-04-21 at 12:31
Tags Routine  Inertia  Bored
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