Too Early to be late

It’s too early to get up

but there’s so much to do.

Can’t keep going like this but he

Has to.

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All about the money and

These nice things he has.

Maybe he’ll try to lower

His class.

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Tired of decisions about

Everything from clothes to food.

It’d be great if they’d tell him what

To do.

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But that’s no good either.

Hates bosses, hates wives.

Says he wants to be his own man.

He lies.

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Ten years old, he dreamt big.

Wanted pirate gold.

Now he just wants to be

Left alone.

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No driving a firetruck

No flying to Mars.

He’s just a salesman, hocking

Used cars.

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But something inside him

Demands a change.

Something that’s rising with

His age.

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Could he get by with less if he

Could find a way?

What does he really need to be

Okay?

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He sells the house and the car

In an impassioned rush.

He quits his job and buys a furnished

Used bus.

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He drives a while and finds

Easy money, easy jobs.

He makes ends meet for him and

his dog.

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He’s feeling good and moral

And calm these days.

But he admits he misses his high-

Class ways.

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He’d give his left foot for a

Decent cut of steak.

And he starts to wish he had a spouse

Some days.

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Just someone to share a

Little domestic chat.

That goes deeper than asking “Where’s your

“Home at?”

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So he’s checking the want ads and

Browsing real estate rags.

A job might be boring but its something

To have.

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He feels intangible now like

He might drift off and away.

So he’s planting some roots, finding

A place.

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The bus’ll sell easy- There’s always

Someone like him with a dream.

Who doesn’t know yet what it means to

Succeed.