Drawing It Out Poem by Desiree Whitamore

is this what she's supposed to dream about?
the cloud she's supposed to be floating on?
is this the song she's supposed to be singing?
are you the one she's supposed to want?

the buttons aren't pushed for nothing
she knows she pushes her luck
but sitting in the hallway with her responsibilities
isn't worth the few scarce bucks.

it takes a hell of a lot more money
to convince her that she's doing fine.
and the flashing lights go on and off
as she waits just to stand in line.

and is she supposed to believe in fate?
is she supposed to smile and write it down?
is she really going to give up the battle?
is she really going to draw it out?