The Professional

Morning comes and I put on my armor A suit and a smile Fraudulent to say the least Standing amongst others Making small talk about the weather And my deceitful appearance A cup of coffee and feigned interest As I think to myself They don’t even know who I am And some day I will leave this place I will find the river and the trees That elusive place that appears in my dreams A million miles away from their shallow souls Solitude in all its beauty will engulf me I will be free