NO DIRECTION

Of all the dreams I’ve ever had

Not even ones of those turned to glad

All of the rainbows

All of the sun

Turned out in the end

To be no fun

Still no direction in my life

Thanks to all with the knife

Can’t decide on your own

They will tell you where to get your bone

This is where you are to be

Money, money, don’t you see?

That’s all life seems to be about

To those greedy and their clout

Where is my happiness then?

Surely not with the computer and pen.

You never let me be myself

So I still sit here upon this shelf

Twenty years later and still no smile

But that’s okay because I got a mile.

No pure joy

Just a job

And going down

More than a slob

Tears every day

But that is ok

When you consider all the pay

Certainly it’s worth it to panic each day

Otherwise you don’t get your pay.

Copyright 07/2019