killing lunch break

i find myself killing time, trying to make this day get over with, so i can get back home to what is important. my mind strains itself, trying to connect to someone else that is not listening. i pray constantly that somehow all this mess will sort itself out, but i my un belief continues to surface. my friend keeps trying to convince me that the grass is greener, but i do not care. the grass i have tasted is more sweet than any i can imagine. and honestly, i dont want to imagine it. i am happy where i am, with who i am with. i do not need something else to make me happy. i am satisfied playing the role i play. i dont wish to be recasted.