The adult world. The true killer of dreams.
Be what you want as long as it pays cash.
The pressure to eat kills your self-esteem.
What you love burns and you shovel the ash.
Take a risk. If you’re lucky, you’ll make it.
If not, a job that’s a pain in the neck.
And you too become a wilted spirit,
addicted to a regular paycheck.
It’s worse to sit on the side and observe.
When they sink you think “That could’ve been me.”
When they reach the other side, craft preserved,
you’re left behind thinking, “Wish that were me.”
It’s a jump, a swim, and perseverance.
Outcome depends on your craft adherence.
Thank you for reading. It was a rough week but writing this out helps a bit.