Blossoming

What's there to look forward to?

If life is just a never-ending slog

Every single day I wake up and see the crocuses that have grown around me

But I'm not one of them, rather I feel like a sink clog

I'm stuck, and I can't get out

My job is to cook patties, to make unhealthy junk food

All my co-workers don't seem to care though

I always see the ash left behind after they burn their patties

And I'm always the one helping them, doing the work for them

But we still get paid the same

I can't even bother to fight against it, or to speak up

I have no energy left

Even worse, I walk into work every day and feel like it is the Ides of March

Everyone is so zapped of life, and it is like someone had died

I know nobody wants to be at work, but can't we just have a little bit of fun in our lives?

But one day, spring finally sprung

It appeared the vernal equinox had finally arrived

The building looked so lively and beautiful

My boss pulled me aside

He told me he had spotted gold, and it was me!

My life would no longer be the same

He was sorry that it took so long for him to see the crocus in front of him

But the past is the past, and my life has now blossomed into something more beautiful than I could have ever imagined