Sitting, staring, waiting,
bored and useless.
Hoping for a call,
an email, anything to prove my worth.

A tiny paycheck,
a menial job
terrible hours –
anything better than boredom.

Knowing I can achieve more,
a desire to make a real difference,
yet somehow ecstatic
to get a job packing boxes.

How to find meaning
in a world dominated by
work?
A desire to be self sufficient
becomes an unbearable burden.

I just want to be useful.