10 February 2013
Waking in the morning, my alarm didn't call, as I look off my bed, the clock broken from the fall.
The timer on my coffee maker didn't cooperate, no java to drink, won't make it through the day at this rate.
Hopefully I will see my new neighbor, maybe a chance to ask her out, a shot at romance, with one glance.
Once in the hall, I see her with another girl, kissing each other, destroying my imaginary world.
I wave down a taxi, still running behind, some jerk jumps in, people are so unkind.
Finally make it to work, two minutes late, how can concentration come, at this unstable rate.
My boss glances at his watch, second time this week, he asks if it is another job, I wish to seek.
Thrown into a daydream, a life without care, no need to work, no emotions to repair.
I precede to the roof, my brief case in hand, I'm sick of this life, no reason to make a stand.
A silent leap, I'm falling through the air, strewn across the street, yet no one still seems to care.
My Awkward Day Of Inadequacy • Opuss № I