I will never be James Wright,
Lying in a hammock, casually
Observing horse shit and taking a
Sledgehammer to my soul.
No, I will find myself
Thirty years from now
Walking a dog with a plastic bag
In my back pocket,
Worrying about profit margins and
Next week’s bonus.
I will pursue life and find
I have wasted it as well.
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