Choice? Eat, Sleep, Repeat........

Every day....we make choices.

We decide to wake up, we decide what to eat for breakfast, we decide whether or not to go to work, we decide where to eat for lunch and what sites to search while pretending to work.

Everything we do is choice.

The music we fill our heads with, the lyrics we take solice in.....we choose these things.

Lately I think I have forgotten the concept of choice.

I have taken suffrage in empathy and self deprecation

because of my circumstances in the recession.

What i forgot for awhile was the freedom in being one of the so called starving artists in Austin, TX.

Being free to wake when you please, being free to make your own schedule, being free to eat at any time to wish, being free to hike or dance or lay on your rooftop whenever you want.

But being free isn't.....free.

You have to find ways to make it work for you.

That's what I'm doing. I've figured out I'm not one of those people that can simply wake up at the same time everyday, make the same bowl of oats, hate the same route to a building that consumes 8 hrs or more of my day, trail back home,

eat, sleep and repeat.

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Eat, sleep, repeat.

I can't be one of the sheep.

Can't stand the feeling of heels on my feet.

Black, and ironed cottons make me want to leap.

Leap from the height of a tall bridge into something deep.

Deeper than this mess of routine.

Following such a schedule seems obscene.

Eat, sleep, repeat.

I can't be one of the sheep.

Can't stand the feeling of heels on my feet.

Hot mugs, coffee shots, espresso and tea.

Walls of beige, no creativity to be seen.

Whispers from the others, halls filled with sighs.

Hate filled jobs, interviews littered with lies.

Resumes, files, paper and pens.

All the needless things that an office depends.

Eat, sleep, repeat.

I can't be one of the sheep.

Can't stand the feeling of heels on my feet.