Leaving bed for money…oh ho ho I see. I see what’s going on here. When you don’t have a job, the guilt is heavy.
“Heavy is the head that wears the crown…of comfort”
People say, well it’s money. We all need money. True. Money.
Now, I’ve got a pleasant job with very pleasant people. But I KNOW, in a few months I’ll feel like shit again. That I’m not doing enough with my life. And it all comes full circle. I suppose I’ll be trying to get it for the rest of my life. I will try my hardest to see the light, live light-hearted.
Live light-hearted
