Thursday, February 17, 2011


worried that i won't amount to anything,
that i will never pay off this debt,
that all of my dreams will escape me,
one by one,
popping like bubbles that stray too high
from a child's soap dipper,
blowing into the wind.

already i see it happen,
and it's only realized in hindsight,
"come to spain with me"
"i can't" - but why?
free yourself, and you're free, aaron.
but the problem remains,
it's not just love, or that,
it's a general trend.

and now, a career i don't enjoy
(with financial security) -
secretly i die,
but what of a life of freedom,
is it the thought of always having
the impression of failure written on my brow?