stuck in the middle, crawling
between left and right, the top to the bottom, i'm just as confused as ever wondering what the hell all this is for. i never whored myself purposefully, honestly i promise me i'll never be more than a job, being me is just what i'm supposed to do, it's what i do to get through, to make it more than a job, this robin hood way that i find myself falling in to, realin' from what i've been through, trying not to forget who i was yesterday when the heyday of all this runnin' is over. i just do it to get by, i try to build a better life for me and my family, i want fame and fortune but this can't go on forever, sooner or later i have to hear her voice again and stop
notes from a not-for-profit life. reader notes for poems: bold represents emotional thought, boldness; italics represent narrator-thought or God-thought.
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