Just another day in this place.
I walk back and forth in the winter cold,
Looking at the gum and cigarette littered ground.
Not yet used salt crystals climb
Into the small cracks of my shoes.
I glance down only to find out they’ve
Marked my soles with their white dust.
Stomping and shuffling on the carpet
Can only get out so much.
As I march down the same path
I do everyday, see the people I always see,
I sigh inwardly at the thought of doing all
This again tomorrow.