Pondering my career

Should I stay or should I go?
I love being at home with my daughter, but she is starting school in a little over a month. I can't just stay at home while she is at work. The money that I bring in helps us do things and get ahead.
There is more to my choices than how much money I will make...

I want to be a writer, but this is a hard choice to make because it doesn't make much money now and there is no guarantee that I will ever make it in the writing career.

I love advertising, but need more experience and education. Neither come free.

I have been thinking about Public Relations. PR is exciting but has the same issues as advertising.

Then I can be a cashier forever. Not good money, but a lot of freedom.

Choices. Choices.

"Boundless"

I find myself bound by a boundless abyss of thoughts and words

There is a voice in my ears... the music fills my soul
but I am empty

Where are the words going?
  where do they come from?
       why do they mock me?

Bound by words
  I do not know

My theory is that
there is endless verse     somewhere inside of me

The music distracts

How do I find this verse?
   How do I find my way through the words?

Where am I?
  Where are the words?

I just can compete with a boundless supply of verse
   Pandora's box is open

 and my ears weap
my eyes bleed

I cannot take this distraction - life

To live is to write
   to write I must pause
stop living

PAUSE


Stop and breath

Think

Thank

Trivial things cloud my boundless verse

I find myself being quant and its useless
   Bored of monotony
        Bored of monotone thought

Wake work wrecked
   Weekend warrior

Boundless words
Boundless verse
Boundless crap

I am being - what's the word - boring?
Quant? - I said that
Trivial? - I used spellcheck
Trite? - Isn't that a fish?

No.

I am a boundless soul, bound by my verse.

There is so much joy
and so much sorrow

I ask how you are doing

You say that you don't know
The honesty of the statement echoes
in the void between breathes