I've cut myself adrift
Part of me has had to disconnect
To make it through the day-to-day
Push down urges, watch TV
Keep things numb and easy
Grind the grind, payday comes slow
Keeping my nose to the grindstone
Dreams pushed back, pushed back
More realistic realities set in
Briefcases and keyboards
Replace ideas and imaginings
Mondays and eight to fives
Replace late night wild storms
Adult life comes on slowly
It sinks in like sleeping
As I begin the metamorphosis
Into a young professional
A career-committed normal
Kill time like jackrabbit drives
My creativity slows to a crawl
My poetry becomes dull
I act like it's a heavy burden to lift
But I find it easy to disconnect
End.
Wow, that was kind of bleak.
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