Make a new plan, Stan
Don't need to be coy, Roy
Just listen to me
Hop on the bus, Gus
Don't need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free
The time has come for me to make a leap. I can no longer deal with the petty arguments, torn Tarot cards, screaming matches, constant reprimanding, super snitching, mindless staring/standing that is my job. I don't have to. I'm smart, creative and efficient. Perhaps too much so and sometimes I fear that's half the problem. I would say that I wish I was stupid and had no options or ambitions but I don't. I hate knowing that I'm more than I let myself be but at least there's always the fact that there is more and all I have to do is want it bad enough, try harder and maybe win the lottery of life. All of that and more is completely possible. But only if I open myself up to it. I'm never going to publish a novel, meet the man of my dreams or rule the world standing in a retail store on Fifth Avenue checking bags day in and day out. Not going to happen. I have a much better chance accomplishing all of the above by panhandling on the train. I'm tired of making shiesty motherfuckers rich. Time to make me rich. Jump.
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