Professional

 * professional *
I watch your face and wonder
What do you think
Of love and lust and life
Are you desperately sucking marrow free
Or drifting completely aimlessly
Have there been loves caustic
Scarred and bleed your heart
Is there a special one somewhere
With whom you can safely lie
Catches tears of lifes frustrations
Able to remould your lips to a smile
Set free laughter deep inside
Make each breath loose and clean
Engender thoughts the world is yours
Together all yours alone
A magical place of love and hopes
As if life a soaring note
Held by a singer wise and strong
A song to which you can singalong
Are these your thoughts as you sit
Shirt buttoned up
Jacket corporate neutral plain
Atop a skirt just to the knee
Hair in a tied down bun
No smile upon your face
A stony faced professional
As if you never had any fun
Where is the girl there was
Of party skirts and joy
Or the one who sang and travelled
Instead this barren smile have
A vacant predatory stare
And a sense you don't care
For anyone outside your job
To succeed and do nought else
Till to the palace throne accede
And discover no one else is there
Alone forever grieving be
A King Midas in a golden palace
Cold and rich and sterile.