take a breath before
you jump off the deep end, 
child.
don’t you want to see
the canyons around you before
you commit
yourself to a cubicle?

run, and feel the breeze
in your hair before
you put on your suit and 
tie. your hands 
have yet to touch
so much. 

the paper they give you 
is only worth what you 
let it be.
don’t let it boss you around.

take your head out of your
computer screen
and put it back in the clouds.