My life plan

[still]

I think I finally have it all figured out. Not practical at all, but I'm dead set on it.
The thing is, is that I want to write.
Maybe I even have to write.
I've tried, and it's the only thing I can picture doing for the rest of my life.
I don't need to explore the Amazon or become president of the U.S
I just want to write.
I want to sit at home in my pajama pants,
typing on my antique typewriter because why not?
And, sometimes for a change, I'll hike up to the hills beside the freeway,
I'll stretch out in the sun, with the buzz of cars in my ear, and I'll write more.
Then, when I finally get old, I'll spend all my savings, buy a horse, and move to Mongolia.
I might die early.
Oh well.