some days
you can almost believe
that you’ve found the cure
for the everyday dream
but other days
you’re limping home
from the station
when the phone rings
and the other end’s full
of exasperation
that you’re not somewhere
convenient
suddenly ready
to jump into action
(because nothing else matters
right?)
you want to throw your phone
into oncoming traffic
to let the voices be drowned
by hungry engines
but instead
you just stand there
wondering
“how did i get myself
into this?”