my vacation
is stalled.
i can't leave,
can't board
a plane,
i can't depart
on time, or
speed away
to where i'm
meant to be. it's
not a wonderful
life. my
destiny is
here, working,
working to make
ends meet.
to see the boy
through. but
i'm not
complaining, call
it a happy
whine, and i
do see that light.
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