Slow Your Roll

I don't want to slow my roll.

I want to stay on it 'til fatigue takes its toll,

Then wake up to an early alarm and caffeine.

I don't need a life out of some magazine.

I'd gladly take bag-toting eyes, extra pounds,

To keep thinking ideas up and writing them down.

I know you can't stand who I'm trying to be,

But I can't stand the things you keep wishing on me:

The pension, career, the big house and the wife,

The two-point-two kids and the rest of your life.

All I want is the last five minutes,

and the next five minutes,

and ten more years of this.