work

The Job

unfulfilled, uninspired - 
a subject to aimless leadership -
feeling bereft of 'enough,'
not knowing - 
not being challenged -
to discover what will fill that void,
unsure of my wants,
secure in my needs,
certain I am missing
a vital puzzle piece of happiness;

maybe this is it,
maybe this is life,
maybe this is just what work is,
I still want to believe
it is something more

Choices

what do you put down
when the work calls to you,
when it scratches 
at the edge of your conscience,
desperate -

what thread
that keeps you balanced
do you let fall
in hope of a success 
threatening to unravel
all you have crafted

when my reckoning comes 
these days won't matter
(if they ever did), 
that I pushed, stretched
to my limits and beyond
instead of taking in a fiery sunset
won't be worthy of a footnote
in the annals of time,

so why put myself
through such grueling paces:
it's what I watched,
it's what I know,
it's how I sleep at night,

I don't know how to stop
so I drive on
another plough-house in the field