blue b ale

Teabags and beer caps try to solicit their advice to me
I usually tell them to go fuck themselves
Who are you my mother?
I just wanted to enjoy a micro brew
And now I am getting asked questions about my future
Maybe my rooibos is right though, what am I doing?
Hoping that I will find something out there worthwhile
Move back to a warmer city that’s less gray
Looking endlessly at job postings and airline tickets
There is this feeling of imprisonment, but it’s self inflicted
Because I am the key holder to my own cell
But I am keeping it tightly shut, closing the windows and blinds
Just give me a week or two…