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All this reigning apathy fills the room

A thick constant reminder of seconds ticking away

Although I’m not sure if it’s apathy or some sort of indecision

Maybe we don’t always need to “do something”

Maybe we can just be?

I dream of walking away from the weight of the overwrought view of responsibility

Where we aren’t acting like we aren’t wishing we were elsewhere

Or is this just me?

Maybe I’m so unlike the rest I don’t even realize they’re happy as is…

I understand doing well, whatever you do

I just dont think your job is you