As far back as eighteen,
I realised that if I were
To stay like I decided, in order
To make more money
Than being just above the breadline,
I had to work for myself.
To have any shot at happy,
Or have a fulfilling purpose in life,
I had to be my own boss.
It was almost a cinch,
To initially get a job.
It was never well paid,
Or I took jobs that were not desirable.
Revolving door jobs.
That was the two
Options I was left with.
Be miserable and plod on,
Waiting for a lottery win or
I risk it all to follow my heart.
The heart wins.