Modern-day Gypsy.

What happens?
When you can no longer show up
When the feeling in your gut
Is one of being fed up
From being starved
Starved of the fire
Of the inherent desire
The fuel you were born with
To create
To make a space
For something unique to exist

What will happen over time?
The more I sit here daily
Nodding and shaking
I am the yes-man
And it’s making me feel like a tired walrus
Coo-coo could you
Please check my pulse
Cos I’m staring vacantly into a screen
While living the dream
Of another life in my head
Instead of in my reality
Because I’m worried where I’ll be
Without any fucking money
To see me through the day-to-day
But day-by-day
I already feel I’m paying the ultimate price
The sacrifice
Of ‘settling’ for the ‘sensible’... the ‘practical’
...Logical solutions
Acting as dilution
For my passion
And desensitizing the crazy
That lives beneath my skin
She‘s been told she’s too weird
She’s been told she’s a sin
Can't go making a living
Pedaling around what she was inherently given...

What happens to her?
What will happen over time?
If she continues to be forced to dance with the ugly beast
And his feast of the mundane
He’ll proclaim
Her dead before long
Unless she is strong
Enough to rebel and follow
The beat of her own drum
Away from all the ho-hum
And toward the parade
Of the overgrown and wildly untamed
Jungle of her imagination.

Well beware!
For on the horizon
Stands her trusty steed
...The beast of her determination.