fell off my friend's motorcycle today - somehow i ended up with this completely unrelated thing.
i'm a paperweight in the scheme of things,
clicking, ticking clocks hold no time for me
i constantly feel like i'm just
escorting my friends to their greatness
they will do amazing things one day -
my job is just to get them there.
my future holds nothing notable,
and i struggle in perceptions of what i will be.
people ask me constantly,
and all i can say is
no to lawyer,
no to doctor,
no to surgeon,
no to all of the other prestigious jobs
it seems i'm expected to fall into.
i do not know what i am to be,
a thin poker play
to melting glaciers of cares.
if this is life,
i do not care for it.