So
Sometimes, I wish I was something more
But what could be so pure?
Not the one working for the corporate green greed
Climbing the ladder leaving the rest to bleed
Not the one selling their soul for a self righteous goal
To be number one on the celebrity pole
Sometimes I can't find it here down in the cracks
In the middle down in-between
Maybe I am not suppose to find it
Maybe I already have the more
Lets sit back, rest and explore
Like I have heard
It is not in the wanting more
It is in the wanting what you have
What do I have?
I have a beautiful loving wife
A wonderful healthy life
A roof over my head
Food and water at my beck and call
But what for my future?
Sometimes I do think about it
And maybe I do slightly worry
But not out loud, never
How do I sever myself from the future
The only way is a sense of security I guess
Can money be that security
Is my current job that security
I still can never get over the feeling
I am chained to this job
Sometimes, I wish I was something more
But what could be so pure?
I need a certain cure
I know we all feel the same from time to time
I do know how to rhyme
Most of the time with no problem at all
Today though I am in a self inflicted crime
I am stuck down in the grime
Dirty, muddy and crusty with scabs
Hey, hey hey over here Mr. Cab Driver
Get me out of here!
(clunk goes the door)
DMM
9/5/2008
