Hotels are glamorous until you
open up room 1408.
I sit here sometimes, just to get
away from it all.
I’ve no purpose besides to rest and
ponder away in the unfamiliarity.
It’s nice at first, until the haunts
I never leave the room, there’s nothing
in the lobby for me.
I’ve learned that lesson.
I used to say I would not make it till
Today I often say I won’t make it till
I’m hoping by 40 I’ll be able to say
made it, and that life tastes a little
Either way, my own change has been
the only one I could ever really rely
I suppose I’ll at least cheers to