‘Tis a time for change and possible upheaval,
tears and bitter laughter and resignation.
“It’s only a job,” oh, it never is
Or maybe it is ONLY a job,
And then you feel guilty because you are fretting over a job?
Is that a first world issue? No, everyone needs a job.
And I do as well.
And this is all about fitting in and standing out
And driving far and striking out
And feeling old and looking young
And saying NO
It’s about living days in suspended excitement-fear-anticipation.
Is it possible?
Is this an escape?
Until I can finally say, “I am leaving, thanks very much.”