Working in a giant warehouse is different than I originally anticipated
I wander down long stetches of tiny paths, slowly doing my mindless labor
while daydreaming to myself
climp up the ladders and stare at the row of boxes up above
or sorting products and writing out little stickers
the people are all unique and have stories
I have a fun boy to flirt with while I sort socks
and going to the smoke shack during break is always amusing
the short shifts, the rest of the day mine to please
returning to my house in a good mood
all the while knowing I only have to work their for twenty days
then I will be getting on that airplane
and as my inbox if flooded with reminders of everything I must do
before leaving for japan
I can close my eyes and think about what it might be like
though i'm probably wrong
and though sometimes i get depressed and emo and weepy
in the end i really can do a lot more than I used to be able to
and I can cope, healthy or not
and even if sometimes my smiles are blank and empty
most of the time their not
only a few people can tell the difference
and like people used to say way back when
winter will always end
and life will always continue, maybe not for forever but at least for a while
and if people are in pain, there are always others who love them
I believe everyone has someone to protect
so I will go to work monday through friday
get paid my minimum wage
and continue to wait patiently.