Epiphany

the morning begins like too many before it, the smell of the factory burns away the last remnants of the dreams i had when i was young i bring effort enough to smile, offer "good mornin" to the others like me, and try to remember how this seemed like a good idea so many years ago i reach my station, alongside the co-worker that hums a dull tune of one note all day, and hang my head to play the part i've won many days have passed, i hurt when i try to count the number, since i stood wide-eyed looking at a future that since went somewhere i don't know i repeat the ballet, over and over and over, til the show ends and i can return to my place of solace where noone understands what i've done i make it there, hardly damaged by my experience, look at the faces that welcome me, ...and now i remember why i'm happy to do this