I can prepare myself for boredom.

I've faced countless hours

In a boardroom listening to people pretend

That all of us are in on deciding

What will be done,

Just to have the one in charge do what they planned to all along.

There's no hope or love or charity there,

No imagination, no collaboration.

But I'm confronted with crazy

At the gas station.

My heart breaks,

And my soul aches

For the woman by the door

Talking to herself

About nothing more and nothing less

Than what she'll have for breakfast

Tomorrow morning.

She has great faith that she'll make it through the night.

She is imagining it.

She's collaborating with everyone in sight

To aim for something

And not err.

Would I miss the mark and sin

If I gave the woman a dollar,

Or if I didn't?

Either way, I have no power to save her body

Or her soul, or that of the control freak CEO

I've been cursing about all day.

But I guess,at least, I won't have to wonder 

If I should have given him my spare change.

-jenn