Sunday, December 20, 2009


I don't know who I am
Or what I'm going to be
Though I promised myself not to let what I do define who I am
But the reality is I don't know
What I'll be doing in 10 years
Or where
Or with who
Maybe I'll find myself deep in the Venezuelan jungles tending to jaguars and fighting poachers
Or maybe I'll be sitting high in a cloud brushing sardine box for the wealthy, telling people their problems and giving them a god, one pill at a time
Perhaps my life will play out on the road, playing guitar in dingy blues clubs and grimy bars
God forbid I'll be sitting behind a desk in some forsaken cubicle typing out meaningless reports
But I digress
I don't know
What to do now

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