I fear not a thing in this room; world; vast. A path as wide as Earth-
I have none other to follow. Why should
I find myself ravingly inclined to throw this bucket into the ocean,
haul it back in until my palms bleed and with the intent of an excited madman
drink it all until I regurgitate shards of broken dream, regrets and utter salt.

I have listed all my achievements, all the houses I built, all the cast-iron-flame-retardant-
bridges I sat ablaze without a shrug; floating away into the air-waving
|new-life-death-the-universe-and-everything|
fumes of a well-played Molotow Coctail. I fear not a thing in this room.
When I die, I'll rest my cranial remains on a volume of pure epicity.

Loves and lovers won and mostly lost. Victories at high and lower cost.
Faces, sounds and scenes, more wild and blinding than I'd ever seen.
I cannot see in past or future anything considered missed.
No laugh withheld, no sin I felt I needed to resist.
It's only me: Little God. And I have come here to exist.
My diary. Is my Bucket List.

My job performance review that was given to me
I was already informed ahead of time from thee
My Grandfather came in a dream with a message for me
This is the time to move on
You have been on that job far too long
You need a job that gives you respect and where you belong
So for 32 years I got a .59 cent raise
Yet I wasn’t amazed
There was contradiction good and bad in how I performed
However, my Department Manager only had been in the company one year, so he didn’t really understand the norm
The whole time I was remembering my Grandfather’s advice
Now I am ready to move on and not think twice
Move forward and not look back
Think excellence, but use tack
Thee is on my side, and with the combination, I shall stride.