Knees buckled beneath me.
Feet gnarled, toes curled.
The whole world’s up against me.
Yet still I spin, I twirl.
Counting pennies until it defeats me.
I’m sedated by my lost dreams.
It seems the past always repeats me,
A path of unraveling seams.
Whispered regrets always greet me.
My childhood career was not what is now.
If only my parents could see me.
In dismay, they’d ask me ‘how’?
Does your work make you happy?
Is that the aim of your job?
If you’re not in absolute misery,
Then what’s the alarm?
The Neon Squid 