I am quitting my job, my friend <br />This is real not pretend <br />My means now becoming the means that will end <br /> <br />I fully endorse <br />Putting the apple cart before the horse <br />And throwing caution to the wind ofcourse <br /> <br />Is there a difference between excited or frightened <br />Both caused by senses being heightened <br />Am I absolutely depressed or completely enlightened? <br /> <br />I am rolling the dice my friend <br />The eighter from Decatur can’t stop where I spin <br />Or where my rubber meets the road or where it will end <br /> <br />Off with conventions <br />And the road to hell paved with intentions <br />I fear there is no prevention <br /> <br />I am moving at mach speed <br />No more spinning my wheels or unseen scenes <br />I am free, I am free, I am free<br /><br />Wanda Swim Strunk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-quitting-my-job-my-friend/
