I Have Gone To Work And Come Home Again

I am one of many workers

Who goes to work faithfully

I have no face just a body in motion

Like a stick figure painted on a wall

I have no feelings because they can not be captured

I have no lasting impression because there are endless drawings similar to mine

Sometimes I am tired

Sometimes I am exhausted

 I am thinking what am I doing ?

When I could be at home a sleep on the couch

Watching t.v all day

I would not have to do anything

But in my mind I feel I must do

For what reasons I have come up with

It is what you are suppose to do

Give your time to the rat race

It is vicious cycle that co-exists

I can find so many other interests to do

But I know deep in my heart

It feels good to work

Maybe it is for the soul

That I show up day after day

For a pay that provides

But never gives me enough to get ahead

I wait for the day to retire

Doing a job that I know best

It is my career year after year

Have a chosen a profession or did the profession choose me ?

Am I hear because of a duty I was able to perform ?

Was it something more ?

Am I a magnet being moved from place to place

To come closer to another magnet I didn't choose

The forces are too great

As much as I try

 I keep coming closer and closer to my goals 

How does anyone know what is right for them ?

I have earned an  honest living shouldn't that be enough ?

Do we continue to follow the same footsteps we took long time ago

Maybe we were too young and didn't know any better

How are dreams are made and shared ?

It is time to see the old 1995 Pontiac Bonneville cruis'n down the highway

Off to work I go for one more day