by Nathan Falstreau

Created on: February 23, 2011

I want to be a grip-man

Charged with navigating the cable cars

I'll run the Powell and Market line

I could be proud of that,

It's respectable, responsible and reasonable.

Or make coffee, I could make coffee...

I just don't want to lift things, heavy things

A degree in intercultural communication

From a prestigious university

Should be pedigree enough...one could hope.

"He's under-qualified, too qualified she said,"

We'll give you a call, and thank you for your time

Consistent rejection felt stirringly comfortable

It smelled like future.

I want to be an artist

Charged with creating beauty and evoking emotion

I'll create murals and paint them all over the City

I could be proud of that,

It's inspiring, influential and indestructible

Or I could sell clothes, I could work in retail

I just don't want to work on commission, nothing too uncertain

"He's under-qualified, too qualified she said,"

We'll give you a call, and thank you for your time

It smelled like future

I want to be a writer

Charged with telling the stories that have yet to be told

I'll write books, novels and poetry and sell them all over the world

I could be proud of that,

It's like breathing, heart beating and beautiful

Or I could pack up recycled moving blankets and move on

I just don't want to sleep outside any longer

It's December-cold, my feet hurt from walking, and I stink

But to me it smells like hope.

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