you have two doors to choose from.
the door on the left has smog,
and broken dreams.
the door on the right is sunshine,
roaches that fly,
and mickey mouse.
which one will you choose?…
so all morning,
i’ve been getting calls from jobs in miami.
confused as i was,
i answered a few of them.
they said they were sent my resume today,
loved what they saw,
and were interested in meeting with me.
“wow i didn’t think they would hit you back that fast!”
“what do you mean?”
“well don’t be mad,
but i sent your resume to various temp agencies in florida.
so you can make some money while you were here.
if you found something permanent,
you could stay with me until you got off your feet.
help you get an apartment and a car…”
when i read that,
i felt everything around me go still.
was this my official exit out of new york?
was i ready?
not like anything here is holding me anymore.
a side of me is scared as hell.
moving someplace i don’t know.
feeling like i failed or something.
the other side is open for the potential change.
see what is out there in a whole new forest.
new wolves to experience?