It’s been a busy day, work, shopping, I’ve got a light on my car again, how are we going to pay for it? I’ve got a second shift waiting for me at home.
I’ll put on a song, I can only sing to myself. Music always helps me to rise above all my troubles for a while.
Today I got a card from a young lady while I was getting a takeaway coffee. She said we can live differently, but everyone has to do something about it. She asked me what kind of life I dream of. I was ashamed to tell her that I wanted to wear beautiful clothes, stand on stage and sing. However, that’s such unattainable bullshit. But I was intrigued by what she said, it sounded so easy, like that dream life was within reach. What if we really can? Where’s my card? How do you spell it… CreativeSociety.com
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