I go to work

Everyday

And see you lay

In an old place

Where you live

Like a cartoon

Known, not liked

Known, not held

Known, not tightly

And I wonder

If the world goes round

20 more years

Will anything have changed

Or will you continue to be

Consistently unexceptional

I don’t know

Have no idea

Am at a loss

Could you just

Man up

And quit

And leave it all better

Than you found it

It won’t be difficult

The man standing on an ant hill

Will never be called a climber

So cut the crap