Exhausted

He is exhausted.
Mentally exhausted.
Emotionally exhausted.
Spiritually exhausted.

Its near the end of his shift.
A full long day in the customer service department
Answering phones, answering questions
Fielding complaints, fielding grievances
Problem solving and doing his best to make things right
or at least better than they were before.

But tonight, he doesn't want to go home.
He doesn't want to go to his four silent walls
Trapping him within a seemingly endless cycle of
distractions and tasks and other things to avoid

Tonight, he doesn't want to go home
But he doesn't know where he wants to go
or what to do
or anything.

He is exhausted.

Taking care of peoples needs
and satisfying peoples wants
as each one comes in the door,
states their purpose
and then walks out the door again,
Sometimes happy, other times not.

Always listening to what is wrong
Everything is always wrong
He just wants things to be right
That's not too much to ask, is it?

What is right?
What is wrong?
It's all become a big confusing blur
of emotions and influences and inputs
and voices and sounds and people and noises
screaming and yelling and claiming anything and everything
just to protect their piece of the world
no matter what it does to anyone else's piece of the world.
Have we really become this divided?
Have we really become this isolated?
Have we really become this way?
Has he become this way?
Is there anyone else that feels the same way?
Is there anyone else headed the same way?

He wonders. And wanders.
He looks at the clock
and the seconds tick away ever so slowly
Wishing that the end of this day could come quicker
Only to face the beginning of this night.

He is unsure
Mentally unsure
Emotionally unsure
Spiritually unsure,

Unsure and exhausted.

Is it time?
Is it time to clock out?
It is time to begin the journey home?
Or to wherever else the road may pull him?

Is it time?
Is it time to leave it all behind?
Is it time to leave them all behind?
Is it time to head outward to face inward?
Is it time to face outward to head inward?

Is it time to rest?
Is it time to sleep?
Is it time to sit?
Is it time to stand?
Is it time to be awake?

Is it time to look? Or see?
Is it time to listen? Or hear?

Is anyone there?

He looks at the clock.
And the seconds tick away,
still ever so slowly
and steadily

He is unsure.
And exhausted.

But it's not quite time...or is it?