I guess I’ve picked the wrong career
just one more time.
A needle in a haystack: I can’t discern this bad decision from any other.
I’ll make it again.
Until I stop making
(Seemingly) hopeful proclamations
about finally finding a path.
Until I stop dejectedly thinking,
“You assholes are WRONG to assume I won’t see this thing through.”
Placing bets on the undefeated pony.
It’s dawning on me
slowly like the sunrise.
I’m basking in the beautiful fact that,
lo and behold,
for anything at all