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No one told you when to run...
(lemmy.world)
Ticking away
The moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours
In an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground
In your hometown
Waiting for someone
Or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun
I'm one of the rare people who'll say that I wish I spent more time at work.
Honestly, give me a stable 9-5 office job with a living wage and I’d be happy. “The grind” doesn’t sound so bad if I can have the money for a bed and food.
How come?
Lost touch with most of my friends during the lockdowns, no romantic connections pending, and home sucks. Work is my escape.
Times change again, buddy. Been there. Find stability at work and start from there sounds reasonable, as long as it doesn't trap you
Works in porn
Man, I wish. There's a lot of money in that field.