Haze
One job will change my life, for this i am certain
until I find that job my pockets and my pride will be hurting.
My minds a blur, so many options
Who am I to say what that life altering occupation could be.
Honestly in a an interview it isn't just you and me; however,
It's you and all the other "me's" you've been interviewing.
Which leads me to ask this question.......what am I doing???
Searching intently for my spot, surely things will be ok
When i find that one job to end my dismay.
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