Switching Jobs Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Here we go once again.
I give you just a wee bit of my time.
I hope you finally found your peace of mind.
With angels flutters in the background.
A hobby full influence that's was never truly mine.
No matter how true the words might be.
The inspiration sits on the book shelves collecting dust.
Then reality hits and I can't believe it.
Pinch me let me know it's not another dream full of deception.
Eyes wide open, is it me or has that thorned rose grown so much bigger.
Is it even possible to feel so happy and relaxed.
Even as the thunder cracks and roars from the upcoming storm.
I didn't just weather it, I improved my lifes standing in so many ways in middle of this world's chaos.
I would like to say it was long drawn out fight.
But it truly wasn't.
3 weeks a bunch of phone calls, and now all that is left is the paperwork.
A living wage, a nearby place, hours steady in this race.
Don't ever say it's not possible.
Cause I could give you the dire of circumstances in which I was living.
Don't ever give up even when you think it's not even close to being possible.
So under qualified.
But its still mine.
Not afraid of taking a chance, because I have nothing to lose.
The shoe will fit comfortably just wait and see.
Jumping ship with a given notice.
Somebody will take my place.
With the opportunity that risen.
I liked those whom I worked with, one of many perks of environment.
But it was just not enough.
I have certain needs and the coffers were always empty.
It's about time my luck is looking up.