So I took the road less traveled
when I could have been a nurse
I would’ve been more popular at family parties
instead of hearing them say, “she couldn’t have done any worse
than choosing to be what she is right now
dreaming her dreams all day
doing nothing but make up stories –
is that even legal anyway?”
I could be saving lives
instead I just make them all up
I put them through hell and right back again
sometimes they even get knocked up
I could have been a nurse till I retired
and then write the stories after I was done
but that’s not what I chose to do in this life
because deep inside, I know we only have one.
A literary-minded witch gives you a choice: with a flick of the wand, you can become either an obscure novelist whose work will be admired and studied by a select few for decades, or a popular paperback author whose books give pleasure to millions. Which do you choose?
Are you kidding me????? I’m already obscure as it is! Why would I want to be any more obscure than I already am right now and wait till I’m dead for people to admire my work?
So without even having to think twice, I’ll take that popularity vote right now, give pleasure to millions and know when I keel over and die I made people happy in this lifetime – not in some future lifetime where maybe, just maybe, reincarnation is real and I’d get to enjoy the admiration after all.
Though I still won’t be able to enjoy the admiration because people would just probably lock me up anyway…