And three years since I stopped it
So technically I should’ve finished by now
But instead I’m only just ready to begin.
Hey, it’s not my fault my brain wasn’t in the mindset of your average eighteen-year-old
I was just doing what I was told
Fitting in the mould
Out in the cold
Helplessly watching this sequence of events unfold
The world was waiting for me but I wasn’t ready for the world
So I just popped down the road for a bit instead
But now it’s three years on
And I am really really glad of where I am now and what I’ve done
But really, honest and true
I’ve done what I’ve done and now I wanna do what I wanna do
I need to cut this dead-end job
Of monotony
Going out of my mind, I might need a lobotomy
Maybe look to astronomy
To decide if I continue with my work in the field of cinematography
In a place where I could do crazy shit like getting drunk and playing Monopoly
...’til 3am
And yes,
I’d like to be poor
And be in debt
And live in a box room
That I’ve just got to let
And bump into people in the halls who I’ve never even met
And have a multitude of good times I’ll never forget
Except, of course, excessive amounts of alcohol will unfortunately force me to forget
But it’ll be the best
I can be pissed all the night
I can be hungover while I write
I can balls up in the edit
I can max out my credit
I can sleep through the day
I can act even more gay
I can say what I’ll want to say
Because nobody will know me
And that thought really scares me
And that’s what really thrills me
And I hope to God it’ll be what fulfils me
And even if it doesn’t
Having a clean slate should be fun
Sure, I’ll be the old guy, the twenty-one
Amongst eighteens
But in between all the caffeine and the baked beans
I can at least be free
Instead of trapped, not working to the full
Instead of wrapped in cotton wool
Like I have been for oh, so long
Maybe I’m totally wrong
Maybe it’s not me
Maybe it’s not my “scene”
But anything’s worth a go
If it seems like it could be better than this hole
Better than thinking and writing it all down with this pen
Dammit,
I wanna be a student again!
The Grand Proof-Read of 2011: I'd like it to be known that this is pretty much the original starting point of my ventures as a writer. A slightly amended version of this garnered a fairly positive response in an early Creative Writing seminar in my first year of University, some two years after this was written.
