What kind of work is waiting for me?

Do I recognize this place?

Is it somewhere familiar,

I'm sure I've seen some,

Sort of arrangement,

Of this scenery before,

I'm sure I can,

Play the role,

The character,

For this place,

The security guard looks at you,

“I don't think so, kid,”

He says with a smile,

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“Try again tomorrow,”

I think I've paid my dues,

But there's always something,

Lingering on the edge,

An incomplete job,

Or maybe,

Just maybe,

A new variation,

A different setting,

As the world moves along,

I can't help but wonder,

What is my place in it this time?

As the world moves along,

I can’t help but look ahead,

Did the frequency lower?

How far?

As the world operates in the background,

Of this role-playing game,

I can’t help but check,

My level, what is it?

As the road ahead builds itself,

I try to recall,

My purpose,

On the West coast,

My place, on the map,

Which direction was ahead again?

As people build homes,

As they settle down,

Somewhere comfortable,

Sometimes I ask myself,

Where will I find myself?

As I sneak down the back path,

Sometimes I falter,

Then wonder,

Will there,

Be someone to catch me?

And sometimes I just pass through,

Because I’m tired of this bullshit,

Sometimes I’m reminded of the past,

I say to myself, fuck this guy,

He can handle it,

And sometimes I recall,

That one time,

I bet on that horse,

You know the one,

The security guard looks at you,

“Dude, you’ve lingered for too long,

Move along,” He says,

Welp,

On to the next thing...