Artist Child
Now that I’m out
I thought I would feel better.
No more running to check
and see.
No more panicking
as numbers
go up and down
over and over.
My mood determined by the charts.
My day, a ride I can’t seem to stop.
I liked it better ten years ago when I never looked,
never checked to see how any of it was.
I just went about my day,
writing
and dreaming.
I was naïve,
a child,
an artist
who didn’t seem to worry about the future
or money.
I just trusted it would be there for me.
And it was.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
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