Self Service

I’m unemployed now
so why do I feel
like my life is mine?
I don’t know how
I found the strength
to bow and kneel.
My life is mine
I hear you, what now?

There’s future fear
it’s creeping near.
Can I here? 
That’s not it. 
You’ll get to it
just start here, 
don’t you quit.

My head is light 
I think I might
exercise my new found sight. 
I feel the rush
my head is such
a free place for me to trust myself. 
This is the way
it is my own
and if I fail at least I’ll know.
I know the way
I don’t know how,
I know I will
I know somehow.


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