No Place like Home...

Excess of work makes Jill a trifle dull.
Too many sources never have been tapped
to make of me the one I might have been –
just pleasant mediocrity to lull
each sense that life this way might be inapt,
it fits too well this place I'm living in,

where sexuality reads loneliness,
a range of feelings I will never share...
Expectancy turned bitter, some sweet day.
Life's only an unprepossessing mess
that I can't change because I wouldn't dare
to throw the little good we have away.