I Am Quitting My Job My Friend Poem by Wanda Swim Strunk

I am quitting my job, my friend
This is real not pretend
My means now becoming the means that will end

I fully endorse
Putting the apple cart before the horse
And throwing caution to the wind ofcourse

Is there a difference between excited or frightened
Both caused by senses being heightened
Am I absolutely depressed or completely enlightened?

I am rolling the dice my friend
The eighter from Decatur can’t stop where I spin
Or where my rubber meets the road or where it will end

Off with conventions
And the road to hell paved with intentions
I fear there is no prevention

I am moving at mach speed
No more spinning my wheels or unseen scenes
I am free, I am free, I am free