One night you wake up to realize
You're a hobbyist. Doesn't matter
What the hobby happens to be,
Whether model trains or online
Avatar games, whether Frank Sinatra
Vinyl or plastic poodle dogs,
Whether reading novels or
Composing poems. You dreamed
You could be happy, one day, doing
Something for an honest living
Until this night you wake up
Dreaming you. You always knew.
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