I am quitting my job, my friend
This is real not pretend
My means now becoming the means that will end
I fully endorse
Putting the apple cart before the horse
And throwing caution to the wind ofcourse
Is there a difference between excited or frightened
Both caused by senses being heightened
Am I absolutely depressed or completely enlightened?
I am rolling the dice my friend
The eighter from Decatur can’t stop where I spin
Or where my rubber meets the road or where it will end
Off with conventions
And the road to hell paved with intentions
I fear there is no prevention
I am moving at mach speed
No more spinning my wheels or unseen scenes
I am free, I am free, I am free
Wanda Swim Strunk
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-quitting-my-job-my-friend/
