Watching My Whole World Crumble
I had everything figured out.
I thought I had.
Then a new world came, and what I’d built all my plans on crumbled to tiny bits before my eyes.
I felt like a man tied to a pole watching the house he built burn.
People consoled me saying that’s life.
Wtf does that even mean?
I tried to hold on to the ruins of my old perfect life.
I tried to rebuild.
But the air was filled with the odor of my burnt hope for the future.
See, I put all my eggs in one basket.
They say not to do that, but everyone does.
It was going well, my boss loved me, and the people adored me.
So how could I not see myself living la vie da loca?
Anyway, it’s time to leave it all behind and find a new spot.
This time I will make sure to have more than multiple baskets.
I will not hinge all my hopes on the fading things of this world.
