Your life is threadbare
and it's cosy
Uncomfortable
but safe
Poor
yet secure
It's not killing you
but then neither are you living.
The head is above water,
Struggling against the tide.
Grinding along on a hamster wheel
that badly needs oiling
I mean
You now earn less than you did at your first job.
It was fuck all then
and that was 5 years ago.
The years have not been kind. The hairline has crept upward
Roughly in line with inflation.
A job's a job's a job's a job's a job.
There's a damp roof over your head.
Are you ready to trade all this in for a taste of adventure?
A main course of personal growth
washed down with a side order of
Drudgery
loneliness
and Japanese Encephalitis.
Will they find you out?
Will you be pulled into an office
while a polite local
explains how her English is better than yours?
That could all happen, says the head
but the frightened, quivering heart longs to change.
To jump into the fire and emerge reborn
strong, dynamic, brave. All the things you aren't now.
Just don't hope for too much.