Long
I linger in listless languor and lassitude
With
no one near enough to me to note this attitude
My
sky never changes, night or day
No
magic sun-up or down hours in all this gray
For
places I haven’t been I harbor nostalgia
And
my world is a nomad’s ocean with no rock of Gibraltar
This
town is easier to love from places less green
Often
my soul cannot settle unless I get in the car and speed
Only
then can I escape from depression’s bubble
Into
the light that exists at the end of the tunnel
Here
I am, 28 and still I wait to claim my fate
To
start my real life and be something great
To
use my heart and mind instead of slave away
At
a career that got shoved like broccoli onto my plate
But
I learned to love in a way like an acquired taste
It’s
a notch on my belt now, the ironwork trade
And
now I look at my college degree on my desk
And
I hang my hard hat in the hall on the wall for a rest
These
long in-between days are blank
With
a new Chapter starting on the next page
And
I’m much more lonely than one might guess
But
certainly not enough to settle for less
My
friendships are needles I found in haystacks
Where
I never found relationships but often I’m glad
Because
what can compare to having the whole world before me
Where
I can flip coins if I want to and make it my own story
Spice
it up without getting in trouble if it gets boring
To
have all my time to adore my daughter back like she adores me
So
why the long hours of gray sky and restless nights
I’m
just a bird ready to pack her nest and take flight
A
longing for the future that has made my days idle
A
purgatory between job titles
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