Rhinestone Cowboy
It’s Thursday morning.
I dream of the things I’ll do, with a subway token and a dollar tucked inside my shoe
Such wide-eyed optimism brings me close to tears. For some reason it was only today that, when listening to Glen Campbell’s tragi-western that I noticed that line. It just hit me, with a mouth full of coffee, and a heart full of ambition.
I was reduced to le néant.