Checkered Pursuits

I wanted to be an engineer and drive a train insane always with my chug-chug-chugging and that four-note whistle I carried in my dungarees Whoooo - whhoooowhoooooooo I wanted to be a balloonist 'n' look down on the Earth sun-kissed and wear a fine coat and dark-brown top hat like the wizard waving goodbye to his loyal subjects, that's that I wanted to be a proud soldier of the good fight - that's right the hard one that always opportunes bravery wherever you may be what's more, no blood or gore I wanted to be a scientist who mouthed silent 'n' studied fish scaling new heights of discovery but couldn't spell Ichthyologist so I gave upstream-swimmin' that dream I wanted to be a man of means not mean I mean, but not indentured to the whims of modern Narcissus or worse - his demanding missus you know demeaning from other gender is a humiliation we prefer to surrender I wanted to heal mankind’s afflictions debilitating ones like physical addiction fevers of the bodies mind and soul chills that shiver us to lose control but sometimes a man's desires get oversold 'stead I became a bit-player in I.T. it seems, to here sit, loggin' time sumptuousness seems a word too refined but can count digitally fingered bits if anyone really wants to know the number, the score, what's more I'll give ya my own what-for 'bout what life means, no more © Goode Guy 2014-01-14