What am I doing

What are you working for? they say, what are you working for, all these long hours, all these same days,

what’re you working for? I ask myself, am I working for stress and being bogged down,

am I working for my boss,

am I working for my house,

am I working for my pa, just to do him proud?

I’m working really for myself, I say, I’m working to be able to go away,

I’m working to be able to wake up whenever I want one day, to be able to seize my own days,

I’m working to see the beaches, I’m working to see the haze, the waves form and crash, from the shore of each country,

sitting on the beach some day, I’m working for the calm,

but right now it’s quite choppy,

it’s exhausting,

I’m shattered,

there’s a greater being surely. Please be true, for I am working, long, hard lives, to just stop one day.