inconnunom

Spinning, violently In a sea, Vast and merciless , in front of me, I drift with not much effort. Caught in the turmoil of currents, Like washing machine turbulence, My vision fades, my breath is short. Falling, crashing on to my head, A grave six down, like for the dead. I awake with coffee cup in hand. Cream and sugar, for the brew, Placed all to the right of you, Your order, I wait, your left I stand. Forty seven and two people this day, Wait,order and eat drink and then pay. Over and over and over this boat rocks. The same thing, same boring routine. Wait, feed, cash-out, and clean clean clean. Sinking down in a trunk lade