Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three bags full.
One for my master,
One for my dame,
And one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane.
I am becoming outdated.
35 years old and it has been recently translated
That my software is in dire need of an upgrade.
It seems I need to evolve and change what has been made.
As I tell myself, you are not your job you fool.
You are not the money that makes you full.
That is not your worth that you grab.
Your work can not be found in that paycheck you had.
Multimedia. Drawings. Poetry. Video. Images. Amazing.
More than a blog. More than a phase.
New hotness. New tubeness. New newness.
Click and drag.
jQuery modal windows make me glad.
Retweet and forward it around and tell the world.
Why this could go viral for sure.
Why does the creation of something new happen for just a few?
Why do you need to keep pushing your internal crew?
What will make you complete and see a new view?
If the world was ideal I keep saying
I could find my place through creative staying.
Sticking around and pushing these buttons.
Sticking around makes me just a glutton for a mutton.
Can there be something new?
Or are these just the same atoms moving around?
Was this all planned and just a test of my true sound?
What grade will you receive when it is all complete?
Gold stars and smiley faces for all you meet?
Or maybe honorable place for coming to face
Yourself in the reality of a mirror.
The mirror multiplies your suspicion.
I am not the image that I see.
I am ever growing and more than I will ever be.
The person I see now has already changed.
Always morphing and evolving before me.
Struggles and tests make me stronger.
Making me believe I can carry the load much longer.
In a forced march I try not to complain.
I keep moving forward and feel little pain.