I sat patiently waiting for a fun time to come,
For my life to be happy, full of cheer.
Meekly living a life watching genuine fun pass me by,
From a day, to a month, to a year.
My life song routine was predictable, was easy,
No emotional yards to overcome.
The T.V. shows timetabled, and kid’s sports all planned,
Success made me hysterically numb.
Achieving was fake, meant zero… nothing at all,
Validating how I was living my life.
That’s when I discussed, with myself, things important to me,
That’s when I sat down and talked with my wife.
I needed to glide off a cliff, to wake on a beach,
To exit a plane on the other side of the Earth.
To sing, write poems, and paint all night long,
To find out what I think I am worth.
And now I don’t sit, I’m not patient nor quiet,
I don’t watch others feign happy and gay.
I have a life of too busy doing things that I love,
I saved myself, I’m the exonerated beach castaway.
Timetabled breathing,
All else is irrelevant:
Exams are too much.
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