‘Inaction, the death of creativity.’

To be without work is presently my fate,

but does it define me as a person?

The role of ‘worker’ and ‘unemployed’ in society,

placed on and off the corporeal person like clothes.

(Two sides of the coin, all that simply “is.”)

Part of me doesn’t want to be rejected,

but not everywhere’s for everyone.

 

If I don’t act,

then I’m as good as dead.  literally.

Running on raw emotion, intellect and instinct,

I take the road less traveled.

And that has made all the difference! 😘