well-done

imagine not even wanting to travel

is this the burnout I’m walking into

where the steak of life is

overcooked

•

at work they say: well done!

blind to the fact

not even the bare minimum

made it to the board of results

my therapist tells me to stop

tell the manager that I’m so done

before I could consider it

the boss’ boss came over with

yes you said you’ve quit but

can you work some more hours

can you stay some more months

can you only work on that project

I said from the beginning

to never introduce me to it

give her some praise

give her a raise

no amount of money

would make me want to stay

the safety net of three months

is tightening around my neck

was I meant to use my survival instict

to get through every other hour at work?

•

I’m on a plane, again

why am I on a plane, again?

this doesn’t feel better

it feels like another thing to tick off

to take off because I’ve wasted

so much time sitting in that office

I’ll have to burn my flame somehow

by doing twice as much after work

like obsessively clean my apartment

you know, just in case

plan every second of a 6-day vacation

there’s no thyme to waste

catch good flights, not bad feelings

as if they too weren’t Flying Blue

they’ll be waiting at Arrivals

smiling with a sign

You made it! Well done 🙂