On this most fair of summer days
I wish to give two humble words to you
That I may pay respect for the many ways
My life has changed, so "Thank You"
You gifted words which although were to many written
Seemed somehow to be for me and for no other
They were not a map or guide, but rather
A reminder of a dream I had somehow forgotten
Though such dreams were far too big or so they seemed
You told me to do it anyway and so I do
With hope I now live what I have dreamed
And yet again I must say the words, "Thank You"
But now I must excuse myself and hence depart
For I must return to my work of art

 

When exactly were you brainwashed into believing that the best way to earn a living is to have a job?