Working

Weakness is not an option
Yet failure's no regret
My words churn more than egos
My mind breaks not a sweat
Resilience is my forte
Survival's not a crime
But while the money's pouring in -
I've lost a life, that's mine.

Recap:

Forget about what I said last month.

I've spent almost a month back in the city, and I have never been busier. It's hellish. When I'm not working at my internship from 9 to 5, I'm selling ads as Advertising Director for NYChic magazine. The pressure has never been so intense, but I'm surviving. I've always loved my independence (especially fiercely holding onto it when I'm home in Philly), but sometimes...I miss not having so much responsibility.

cyclical

dreamers live in a cyclical town
where the people are clowns and the boys
come around

come around, they turn away
mouth the words they're all the same
i-love-you with a frown
life's the same merry-go-round

dreamers grimace with a smile
shed dead tears all 'round town
live dull dreams yet profound
turn their eyes to the ground

turn away, come around...