They’re talking about dying in there
Right in the room next to mine
They’re talking about debt and college and loans
They’re talking about inheritance
They’re talking about retired life
In a trailer
And I’m starting to realize why
They say my dream job choice
Is impractical
Because it doesn’t bring anything in
Unless you’re a big shot before you start
I keep saying,
“Writers don’t always go to college”
Even though I so want to
And they say that my chances are even worse
Because that means if my plans fail
I have no backup
And life is about always having a backup plan
For when you fail
They didn’t have a backup plan
After the company died
And now we’re stuck in this hole
That never seems to have a bottom
This abyss
It seems like there is no light at the end of the tunnel
I’ve always been aware of money
And I’ve tried to be futile
But I had just started loosening up again
Though I think it’s time to start
Pulling the reigns back in
Again
Because this hole is never-ending
I have my one shot at writing
One shot to make it or break it
Otherwise their money will have gone to waste
And currently
I don’t have a backup plan
I don’t want to do anything else
I want to write
And nothing else but write
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Struggle and Strive
SpiritualPart 3 in the "Contemplative Compositions" series. This is where I put my every random thought that may or may not deserve to be emblazoned on your screen. (In this edition I will probably also post some prose/flashfiction from a blog I'm writing w...