It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown is bedtime reading with my daughter.
I see myself at this moment in my career.
Am I Linus? Sleepless in a sincere patch of my choosing. Awaiting The Great Pumpkin.
Late in the night, I am disappointed. And with me, the friends I led on this misadventure.
Unshakable in my hope will I seek out a sincerer patch? One free of hypocrisy as far as the eye can see.
“Just wait until next year, Charlie Brown!”
Or am I Sally? Tearing into Linus for talking me into sitting in a muddy field all night…