Such a microscope on a single lifeform

I wake on the couch
You see, she does not welcome me
nor I her
I enter the shower and she lies there sleeping

Where have we come to?
What has happened?
all the well
I shower to rinse off the days previous din

I get in my car
Turn the radio to Refo:mation station
shut the windows close the doors
and I'm singing
into myself
into my fibers
into the one that really matters

navigate the traffic
look over at the proletarian next to me
trying to hump to work
maybe, hopefully trying to make a difference.

I must admit
I am happy at work
I like my role
I hope there's more to come within what I do

I like my comrades
they're not perfect
nor am I
who is

I try to make a difference
I try I try

After my day is done
I head home
I see that girl I so curiously am still in love with
She has been so good to me
been there for me
I feel
I am blessed

After a night of surfing I return to the couch
and wonder just where we'll go

Life is a strange strange trip.