I brought my son (I make sure to refer to him as my best buddy when I introduce him) to work with me today. He wanted something to play with so I opened my drawer to see what toys I had available. Inside the drawer were a hacky-sack and a stress/squeeze ball thing. He shouted, in his normal tone; +30db, "Daddy! I could play with your balls!"
I don't need to say that my coworkers were amused.
The chemicals aren't doing enough to ease my
lack of direction,
There are days when the world is just overwhelmingly hostile.
These are the days
I just want to flip a switch.
I want to pretend I'm not responsible.
I want to pretend I'm not involved.
The absence of thought is the ideal
but ideals are unreachable by definition.
I was supposed to mature.
I was supposed to outgrow this.
How much longer
do I have to endure this?