here, I am constantly thinking about writing
Yet not writing
Lately, I've been so inspired
As I drive, listen to music, just my thoughts
I feel so full lately
So here I am writing about writing, hoping something magical appears
Earlier this morning I was thinking about my future, as always
I am always in such a hurry to grow up
Or rather in a hurry to be out on my own, again
I think about it and yeah I've been there already and I came back
I did it on my own accord
So is it really my place to complain so much about it?
Graduate School is right there, waiting for me to hit submit
but do I really want it?
Yes.
Right now?
I am unsure, but in a few months from now, maybe
The feeling comes and goes
I think about it
And I know that I want to push myself into this space/time of pain and loneliness
But that is where I feel the most inspired
and that is where I appreciate life the most
Where I am at right now DAILY
I go to work, see the same people, do the same thing
Come home, tired and I get caught up with whatever is going on
Why don't I cause a change?
The space isn't mine for me to do so
Or should I make it mine?
Other people tell me and push me to be selfish, and I want to be
and I constantly search for opportunities to be
the doors just keep closing in my face
And all I hear, is "maybe it's not your time yet, be patient"
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