Long and heavy days
Spent trudging through lines of code
Words strung together
To teach somebody
About how to sell to somebody else
Something that they do not need.
Funding a lifestyle
That I never knew I wanted
To the benefits of capitalism
And to the unfamiliar feeling
Of being on top of the world.
Gone are the days spent in the orchards of Italy
Singing lullabies to the trees.
Gone are the days of writing poetry until 3am
For the love of words alone.
Gone are the days of struggling to pay a bill
Here are the days of struggling to create.
Life is easier, life is happier, life is richer
And these days love is present, uplifting, intoxicating
But we constantly struggle for the next thing
Just out of our reach
We peer over the river
To the evergreen grass on the other side.
I have waved goodbye to my home
And to the days of eternal winter
But the cold finds a way
To creep into the cracks of your bruised bones
And remind you of your own fragile humanity
And keep you chasing somebody else’s dream.