Home

The days are running together as if life wasn't happening at all.
It is one large work day. To visit an apartment once a day to recharge.
Back to work, bitter, this is home now. To reside in the daylight.
As humans come to be served, indulge in fatty nom nom time.
Everything happens around this little store but nothing from inside.
Fake happy tones over speakers, customer service is to match.
All are worried about the lives of others but never themselves.
Acceptance when told times to eat, sleep or piss. Lost emotions.
Wishing to be let go but never brave enough to leave willingly.
Stuck here in the ways of being paid every Sunday, week to week.
Trapped...big money so small. As I'm forever stuck in this home of mine.