broken dreams


Bad day at the office 2

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Bad day at the office 2

 

When I was a little boy

I wanted to be a fighter pilot

Then a locomotive driver

In my teens I wanted to be a rock star

In my twenties an artist

My thirties, a writer 

 

I’ve ended up

Writing cheap junk mail and advertisements

Kissing corporate ass

At a soul-less bank

 

Some days I feel like an hour glass

Where the sand has almost run out

 

Now all I want to be

Is that little boy again

 

 

 

 

 

 

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