College Drop Out

My soul belongs to what I owe my attention to. At the moment, I regretfully admit that I owe my soul to a body of people (once as naive as I) who wait to approve of me to the greater community. I'd like to not be answering to anybody else for the time that I'm already borrowing from this universe.

I'm already rolling in my grave.

Buy me a ticket. 

Give me a ride. 

Show me the exit to this sterile building. 

When I'm old, I'll have known I could have done it my way and I'll pout until nostalgia works her way in.  

I enjoy a purposeful foot forward. 

I'd hate to be a pillar of salt.