Movie

I imagine a place, a poorly lit room
where you can see your future
projected on a screen.

There are no hands telling you to 
clean up before you leave
or when to leave
so you know you can stay forever.

You sit on an ottoman
they put there for you.

You don't like what you see
so you ask for management.

You show it to them 
and they say,
Yeah, that's pretty bad.

You say,
So what do I do?

They say, pointing at the screen,
Sit there until it can't happen.

To which you say,
Story of my life.