"Everything ... what does it matter"

 They said as they stood before oneself. A person who wants to forget and just be forgotten.

How could I be that person...? The fool bathed in ignorance. So used to the constructs of society.

They stood just staring, possibly hoping for a new reality.

Hours passed and the sun went down scumming behind the city buildings. They opened their eyes. It was night midnight the days were over. Missed multiple job interviews and still broke. They stayed wondering

wherever did the time go...

It was passed twelve and they opened the cupboard. Their meds sat expired. No food was good all the fruit had maggots in them. And an eviction notice laid in the mail untouched for two whole weeks.

This environment in their mind has distributed by example. All over the place, nothing to be found. No peace, everything bound to be set a blazed ending in a broken wagon.

Maybe if they actually took the time to get a job and had everything in order with their life then maybe then they'd be okay.

But no, they don't take advice they just throw it back at them. 

Hopeless 

Until a new program came out.

MTA 

Standing for Manageable Time Assistance.

A savior from all their problems

She sat anxiously 
he wondered if it was even worth coming

The person at the desk called them

They stood bravely for whatever happens next