Sunday, March 28, 2010
Michael, the world is screaming.
What is left of your true choice?
These walls demand decisions,
Where is your sane heart’s voice?
Michael you were trading your house
For six years left unencumbered,
Hoping the years of smoking,
Have left your fate even numbered.
Michael you are giving up
One of your favorite vocations.
Throwing away all health insurance,
To thrive in multiple locations.
Michael you are smiling…
It was worth the primal scream!
Turned your back on everything,
To follow one more dream.
Michael, relax, you made it!
Escaped the fate’s brutal call…
Finding once you escaped the prison,
The cage wasn’t so bad, after all.