I just had a moment of happiness
That for the next couple months
I was set
There were going to be enough freelance jobs
To make enough money
To pay the bills
And maybe even have a little left over
For a beer or two
But this moment of happiness
And I realized that financial survival
Was not strong enough a foundation
To support a happy state of mind.
The foundation was weak
It crumbled fast…
Clearly I have contracted the mental disease
That warped state of mind:
“As long as I am surviving
I am good…
And I am happy”
This is a state of mind
Pushed on us by the “powers that be”
Especially in this weak economy
We’re conditioned to be grateful
If we can survive.
That’s the point of life:
And if we want more
What am I surviving for?
There’s got to be more to life
But I’m still figuring out
What that is
What the hell
Am I surviving for?