Nathan

Whenever there's a front door
Nathan faces it with dread
He'd rather take the back door
Or a side entrance instead.

Nathan knows his duties
Nathan does his job
But he doesn't ever want to
Ever be seen by the boss.

Nathan's proudly independent
More skilled than the rest
More frightened than a bird
With a cat sitting near its nest.

For with every task that Nathan does
Like a well-oiled machine wheel
His eyes contain no confidence
His heartbeat jumps and reels.

Nathan's getting older
Maybe that's his shame
Vulnerable, this is his last job
He'll never get this job again.

Or maybe he was always scared
He'd be the one that's blamed.

Whenever there's a front door
Nathan faces it with dread
He'd rather take the back door
Or a side entrance instead.

And he sits five chairs away from me
And I wonder why he's dead.