"Starting to get a little too surprised I make it home in one piece each day...I think I underestimated you, world. Sitting jobs beat walking jobs; my flat feet are going to have it Being a drone for some shallow whim in college could have been wiser, could still be That I should have directed some years at what could create and do for me, from me That I should have carelessly taken any opportunity in my path, heedlessly Been more heartless in business: sell higher, cut n run sooner Gosh...next I'll start thinking skinnier and bustier is better is just better/easier in life. That's not me, none of those things built who I've become--but isn't that the point? My feet and I...we're getting tired. This is more than learning to drive, the feet are just small metaphor of the whole. Standing my two feet on the cold, barren desolate...with nothing but the weight of my shoulders and my back. I wonder what it's for, if it was worth anything..." The status I was going to make when I got home, but fell asleep before finalizing lol. Was I just really tired, or does it run deeper? Of course it runs deeper, yet what's reflected is not necessarily the image itself - -