Something has to happen soon
Frustrated with playing
The starving artist
Are you hungry enough to leave
The bureaucratic life behind?
Pushing paper until retirement
With the realization
A career has been a waste of time.

Money, barely enough to survive
Searching for a purpose to quantify
But the distractions of daily living
Leave with intent without
An ounce of sweat spent.

Constantly peering over my shoulder
Wondering when fear will catch me
The written world flows so naturally
But they don't feed my family
Am I falling prey to a dream untrue?
Shall I continue this fight
Waiting patiently for pain to pay off soon?

My soul is burning with intensity
But my bones remain cold
I have sordid stories to tell
Yet none of them have been sold
Never been accused of being bold
Yet I stretch myself thin o'er the road
Hope I start living
Before I get old.

Words locked inside a Pandora's box
Afraid of being riduculed
Terrified of being praised
What have you done for me lately?
A question with a heavy burden
I humbly submit to you.

There's always an easy way out
Of this complicated mess
Share a smoke with a fellow dreamer
Or watch an episode
Of "How to be Dead"
Lie back and listen to
The incessant chatter inside my head
"Go ahead, give it your best shot"
"No, I rather lie low instead."

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