But really, I know: nothing else was ever to be. My sloth, my ennui too often trumps my verve. My zest, if you will. And if you won't? Well, you can go screw like the rest of them.
It comes down to this: I used to like raisins. Now I don't.
Thursday, July 21, 2005
What Happened?
I wonder often (well, when I've had a few beers -- OK, often): could I have taken another route, career-wise? Should I perhaps have even chosen a career, rather than a job? I'd like to view my missed opportunities, experience alternate possibilities...
But really, I know: nothing else was ever to be. My sloth, my ennui too often trumps my verve. My zest, if you will. And if you won't? Well, you can go screw like the rest of them.
It comes down to this: I used to like raisins. Now I don't.
But really, I know: nothing else was ever to be. My sloth, my ennui too often trumps my verve. My zest, if you will. And if you won't? Well, you can go screw like the rest of them.
It comes down to this: I used to like raisins. Now I don't.
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