November

Is this all there is?
I came to question to you all
But you have not answered this

Working 9 to 5
You ache from inside

And you're tired
Have coffee
Then you're tired again
And it's the small victories
A ballpoint pen that's new
The feeling of a cold
And how it never broke through
A scornful smile that never came
Someone new who walks past you
And doesn't look away

Let's travel to another continent
Help out at a hospital
Whatever it is they do
Have hats feel like we're doing something
Make up for every time we never did anything

What good would I be dizzy at the sight of blood?
I would take a notepad and lie still useless in the mud
I guess one would be useless wherever one would be