When saying sweet goodbyes to all the friends that you have had.
Though often when employment has been torturous at best,
It doesn't seem a bad thing to put labor time to rest.
Not meaning to begrudge the privilege of working wage,
I'd rather spend my time being a muse or worldly sage.
Now leaving life of servitude profoundly in the dust,
I say goodbye security, it's time to ride the gust.
I sally forth to odysseys of mystical unknown,
And sing the trilling anthem of adventure not yet shown.
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