Hey

my hands can't keep up with my brain tonight
i wish this could be longer
and more profound
than i'm sure it will be
i used to write a lot
and think a lot
and talk a lot
about the ways of the world
and our future path
and love and life and freedom and choice
about change
and hope
and making a difference
then i got a job and things changed
it lots of ways
my energy went into my career
and, in this case, that's not necessarily a bad thing
but in some ways
it is
if i look back to two years ago
put myself in that place
and ask myself what i'd be doing in two years
i have no clue what my answer would be
but it wouldn't be what i'm doing now
and, in this case, that's not necessarily a bad thing
but in some ways
it is
i could be asking myself,
in two years from today,
what will i be?, where will i be?, what will i be doing?, how will i be doing it?
but i'm not
tonight i'm asking myself:
who the hell am i?
what the hell am i doing?
why the hell am i doing it here?.
and, in this case, that's not necessarily a bad thing
but in some ways
it is