I'm not sure where
It shifted or changed
And as much as I love
Movie making
It feels like a job right now.

I could be writing my next piece
At this very moment
But then a flash of all the work it will take
And how I need to be sitting at my make shift desk
Working, drinking coffee
To make it right
Passes through my head
And I don't do it.

I'm so worn out.

Can't complain
Its all good
Gucci,
We would all chime
I don't stop saying certain words
I hit the table with every shot, drink
Because I picked it up from you
And I steal little things from folks
Along the way through life.

Scratch my head, impatient
Doin' time, suckin' it up
Bite the bullet
I ain't nothing compared to you or you
I don't have it as hard
I'm lucky
I'm so lucky
I think in those most robotic way
Just drained.

But I had this moment.
Yesterday
Where I sat on the couch with my editor
Shook hands with my colorist
And watched this entity
Brought together so many hearts
These images I had formulated in my head
Live, action in front of me
And I thought and I felt so deeply in my soul
Part of the audience the next moment
A shout out for upcoming projects
I'm doing exactly what I am supposed to be doing.