To work a day, hard and long,
Earn a living-big and strong
Is simply not enough for me
it is less than I hope to be.
I don't hold myself above you,
who works hard-straight and true.
I simply wish that I could as well;
not simply stuck in daydream hell.
The place I live is purgatory,
such is life for those who pen a story,
and wait to be a hit, a card,
for never having to work too hard.
In my hands, this is out of-
much like life, death and love.
But I wish, as I pour my drink,
There was a thought sensible to think!