A poem

Stuck

I look around and all I see is stuff.
Secure , sturdy stuff.

A bed for the friends that aren’t around.

A table with two chairs for dinner of one.

There is no connection here, this place is just part of the job. That’s all it is, a job. Not a career.

I wanted a life of adventure. I wanted a chance to explore and learn from the world. Security is a myth. You can’t take it with you.

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