Working Through the Weekend
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I work through the weekends to avoid any post-illusionary success,
to the start of a new work week,
true that I have projected,
dates and times,
always saving up for something better,
at least I think that's how I got here,
but how better off am I from where I was,
can I see the facts and figures,
internal memos and spreadsheets?
I swore I'd measure all obtained by,
a lack of obligatory-superficial-post-graduation questions
"So what are you going to do with that?"
What the hell does it look like I'm doing?
The reply of choice never chosen audibly,
retreating to a secondary bank of
aspirations and excuses,
to the point of having difficulty distinguishing one from the other.
Never to disappoint the inquirer,
with any suggestion of satisfaction
with our current situations,
regardless of their depth and scope.
Regardless of where our satisfaction may lead us.
Never to disappoint ourselves with any,
suggestion of satisfaction with achieved statuses,
these midgeted by those with larger depth and scope,
and shinier objects.
In such wakes,
all that glitters is gold,
and precious commodity,
will the stage lights catch anything
that I've been sweating for
other than each droplet
produced under the heat of my nervousness
to perform for finger-pointing crowds and critics.
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
Now audible and loud, I ask this rhetorically,
and literally,
for I'd like to be able to witness it myself.
to the start of a new work week,
true that I have projected,
dates and times,
always saving up for something better,
at least I think that's how I got here,
but how better off am I from where I was,
can I see the facts and figures,
internal memos and spreadsheets?
I swore I'd measure all obtained by,
a lack of obligatory-superficial-post-graduation questions
"So what are you going to do with that?"
What the hell does it look like I'm doing?
The reply of choice never chosen audibly,
retreating to a secondary bank of
aspirations and excuses,
to the point of having difficulty distinguishing one from the other.
Never to disappoint the inquirer,
with any suggestion of satisfaction
with our current situations,
regardless of their depth and scope.
Regardless of where our satisfaction may lead us.
Never to disappoint ourselves with any,
suggestion of satisfaction with achieved statuses,
these midgeted by those with larger depth and scope,
and shinier objects.
In such wakes,
all that glitters is gold,
and precious commodity,
will the stage lights catch anything
that I've been sweating for
other than each droplet
produced under the heat of my nervousness
to perform for finger-pointing crowds and critics.
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
Now audible and loud, I ask this rhetorically,
and literally,
for I'd like to be able to witness it myself.
