Funny, I left school with my eyes on the army thinking, ‘its thirty years of work then I can retire’
Now I think Its thirty days till next I work again. And work in something fabulous.
Now it’s all will the unions let me, a multitasker, exist in a world of normative roles,
Now it’s can I impress with my portfolio and will my social skills shine
In the world where the Kardashians rub shoulders with the theatrical elite, I wonder what currency goes
In the world that’s built on fantasy can I find space to grow and to shine.
And find an ocean in which to float for a while.