The Great Escape
Creative Writing - Poetry - Winging It!
I'm poor and tired,
sore and required
to be at work every day
to pay my bills on the way
A great big smile on
my face
everything in it's place
Sometimes I think "Screw it!"
I'm young and I need more
more
fun
more sun
more free
time
more me time
more money
more lovin'
This rut is not for me
So I pack my car and I'm off alone
cruising along in the great
unknown
Hasta la vista everyone
I'm winging it!
I'm taking whatever comes my way!
Friday
Saturday
Sunday
But Monday always comes back
and I'm back with the pack
Punching the time clock
writing the checks
dreaming of my next flight.