Going all in.
What does that mean,
Exactly?
Does it mean giving everything up,
Including a full plate of satisfaction?
Staying hungry,
Yet,
Satiated by the joy of your passion?
I only ask because,
I’m not happy knowing I’ve been hired for a new job,
I already desire to quit before starting my first day for what I truly want…
A stage where I can express my pain,
To others who will listen and not,
Run away…
It’s the only place I feel I belong to,
No matter of where my life is during any tumultuous moment.
It’s the only place where I can feel at home and,
Love others regardless of how broken,
I am in the inside…
A suit and tie!
It,
Just doesn’t feel right.
It feels like,
I’m walking right into my gravesite.
Walking into a funeral with no one in sight,
To commemorate a life I yearn to be proud of…
Yet,
Here I am.
Stuck.
In the middle of a crossroad with an office on one side,
And,
A dream I will never fall out of love with.
Losing sleep due to an inner-child yelling at me over my,
Decision to make money knowing one day I will kick the bucket.
Knowing how every dollar made will not crossover into the next life,
Besides every virtue I’m given the chance to display in front of,
A God I believe is not happy with how I doubt my ability to tune out the ruckus,
And,
Live by a faith,
That will always be restored as long as I call out to His name…
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