an untitled poem

get a job?
oh, i have a job.
what do you mean a job-job?
i work a job-job alright.
i should go back to school?
for what? why?
so i can get a job?
don't i have a job already?

what do people want?
what do they need?

sometimes, just sometimes, i want think of me, and where i want to go, and what i want to do with my life.

because, sir, you do not know me. well, not all of me, at least.
i will not be held down
because frankly, i can fly higher.
we can fly higher.

icarus was waxed and feathers,
but we, we fly, until, until
we don't.

but who knows when that will be.
until then,
i'll dance.

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