Retired From the Building Trade
I hear a noise
What could it be, oh
Someone’s calling
It’s my name
Along with questioning faces
“Intervention” they say
“But he wants his freedom”
“Or is it his privacy?”
They say something about “compassion,? companion?”
My eyes retract, I dream
All the little snares roll away
The burden of feeling lifts
I dream of prepping for a job
Setting up
Things are breaking bad
Going awry
Not enough help
You fly I’ll buy
The money’s good
Energy and chaos abound
I smile
Someon’s calling
It’s my name
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Funny, as I read I felt more and more anxiety and stress.
Loved the ride.
the best comment I could have hoped for