Things are coming together...I'd tell myself day and night.
They are finding a path, trekking a path!
Talent can be taken for granted.
At 23, I was just a kid,
Naive, I listened to all the possibilities of a productive environment.
I nodded my head, believed what was said, and signed my life away.
I wanted to give it my all. To impress...myself.
I always knew I could make it! My goals always vindicated!
But slowly the days grew to only nights.
All I could see was the darkness, and the glow of the monitor bright.
Listening and tuning out the loudness of the taps.
I worked hours, unpaid,
Coming home shameless.
As rough as the road seemed entitled, as hard of a climb to the top, I never saw the horizon, until I thought!
Even the roughest, most fucked up of situations have a silver lining.
better than remaining in that horrid wear-house
Where no one is, or will ever be, in charge.
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