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I Have Gone To Work And Come Home Again
I Share My Accomplishments With You
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