I should be searching for a new job
But everytime that I sit down to do it
I end up writing instead
Or I end up
Shadowing boxing alone for a few hours
And I stay unemployed
I can’t help it
It just happens
My passions
Pull me
They lead me if I let them
And lately
I’ve been letting them lead
I’d bleed for them if they asked me to
And, sometimes they do ask me to
And I’d starve for them if I had to
And I might have to . . .
I’d stay broke
With just an small sliver of hope
For my passions
And I wouldn’t ration
A single ounce of my soul
If my passions needed more
I’d give all of me
Into what I want to do
If I had to
And I have to . . .
I’d stay alone
If my passions needed isolation
And I wouldn’t hesitate to be alone for my creations
And if I had to give up my time
To make my dreams come true
I’d throw my whole damn clock
And work nonstop
Until I was awake while dreaming
And if my passions are my meaning
Then what else do I need?
Just a dream and a means
And I can truly live again
With just my passion, my brain and balls
And I can almost have it all
CH 5/3/24