Sometimes you forget as to just how busy it gets around Christmas.
That is why I’m trying to race my way to success today. Well, there is no success to be had, but maybe I can write really fast and get to the end of it all within a good deal of time.
Man, I hope that the rest of the day does not drag out. I just want to sit here and do the things that I want to do, but there really isn’t enough time in the break!
I got nothing to write about. I got nothing. I got nothing but the will to desire and the power to believe, baby, and as that is what they say, were gonna hit the gas and rocket off from this here very town that we seem to think is treating us well.
Off and onto the road, away from the traffic. Gotta find a new horizon and a sunrise signifying a new dawn in which we’ll truly be able to thrive and get away from all the crime and desire that so wrings itself out of our necks as we look forward to another summit to summit.
So many summits, and yet the time that is available to me is always limited in which way to go, where to face, who to face.
gotta get away from all the crime. Need to start a new life. Need to find a life away from here.
Need to do one final job. Need to get out of the syndicate. The family’s been good to me, but it’s time to retire. Just need that one last job to get away from it all. The big paycheck. The final score. The one what will allow me to get free and get away from it all.
Leaving this place behind. Gonna get away, gonna fly away. Gonna look at another day, another face, a new life. A new job, a new island somewhere else.
Gotta find that somewhere. Gotta make sure that I get there. The car is hot but it should cool down with time. Into the winter and away from the summer. Need to drive away from this city. Need to get into the building. Pack only the necessities. The biggest job yet and the last for what will hopefully be the last of the times of the job doing.
Gonna make sure that there’;s enough fuel in the tank so that so long as I keep on driving and keep my cool on, I can get out of the sphere of influence and on my way to the freedom that I so desire.
The job, it wears you down, hardens you in ways that you don’t want to be hardened. You feel like you lose sight of your humanity as all that you’re doing is the same thing over and over again.
But I need to get out. Need to hold onto what little is left. Need to find my own way.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 04:50:37
I started this as a serious piece and it derailed pretty quickly.
I’m happy with that.
Written at work.