OneJobWillChangeMyLife
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I sit in constant worry, wishing on a star.
What I will I do that could change my life…forever?
Will I make it that far?
My mind is conflicted. Anxiety is consuming me.
Walking down the street
Suddenly life changed
I thought to myself
“I gotta stop being so disengaged,
It’s time to take control of my own life,
Be the man I want and end my strife”
Lying here on the bed sorting through offers from the world, I imagine what life will be in the future.
Look
Look at her mouth
At the thoughts that once filled that mind
The after math of a death too early
After all someone has to be the one to examine the bodies
All I want
I need
Sick. Sick was what I always was.
What I felt. What I was labeled as. My indentity.
So my body was sick? Sick wasn't my state of mind.
My mind was never more alive. Alive with passion.
