Sitting in my chair

Something I found a while ago that I wrote 5-11-10, if I remember right about my time working at a hotel.

Quiet and serene as most nights are

I sit in my chair and gaze out far

Pondering what wonders i'll soon behold

curious if i'll see them before I grow old

Alone and secluded yet completely surrounded

Thinking if the thoughts in my head will be founded

Around and around my imagination spins

Dealing with some of these people makes my patience wear thin

Trying my best to please and put them at ease

But I fell they'd rather have me on my knees

As if i'm someone to be looked down on

If only they knew the filth they just slept on

So again I sit in my chair and plot

And try to quell all my devious thoughts