shaved and hoping
interviewing for different futures
wanting the gift to give
liking my schedule
liking the freedom of unemployment
But debt grows
understanding interest rates and net worth now
I wear my hood low as I walk on the high streets
as my suited self is judged
stuck in deliberation
chasing bird shadows on bricked sidewalks
fueled by crap snacks and plans for the future
waiting to create my overture
feeling like my life’s on hold but still I move forward fast
searching for solutions in descriptions and qualifications
3 hours to kill before she gets off
3 hours to fill
j-walking sideways
Money I want to earn it
moping past outstretched hands
tightrope walking between potential outcomes
show me how to look
like a mannequin on Newbury St.
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Fiachra O'
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