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DAYJOBRANT

My real day always starts at dusk
I feel just like an empty husk
Of what I really long to be
Please meet me in the dark belfry
Though not a thirsty dead vampire
I’ll tell of what I do aspire

I envy people there at work
Who just come home to sit and lurk
In front of hypno television
And exercise their indecision
Their day is always wrapped up done
They feel complete; they’ve done the run

Don’t think I’ve lost my mental humor
I’m only a crazy long lost boomer
This is all just rant and raving
Although sometimes misbehaving
I’ll laugh with all the rest of them
Sit back, plan life and wear a grin

Many things there are I want to do
More than just a precious few
Things that give my life some meaning
Big ideas looking out and gleaming
But my time is always spent
Paying the ever present rent

The day job takes my breath away
I guess I’ll make be no song today
Work my long and precious time
Sometimes money is such a crime
Give me the sweet song of the lyre
To get my mind out of this mire

I use my Talent and ambition
Yes I’m on a secret mission
To see beyond the average norm
And weather out the psychic storm
I use my precious focused time
To mold many thoughts into rhyme

Don’t need the usual social crutch
Of lawns and sports, gossip and such
They’ll do just fine while on their own
I can easily work alone
Though not a lonely desolate island
I’m surely not all welcome dry land

But when the job is finally through
And I’m out of the corporate zoo
Sitting in the glowing sun
A fresh clean tasty air of fun
My day perks up and “me” begins
I open up and my mind turns Zen

My brain fires up and comes alive
And once again I really strive
To make some sense of this old world
It is a bright and shiny pearl
Busy pushing, pulling, gleaning
Drawing out my special meaning

A busy artist’s daily run
Is never ever really done
Her mind is always ever turning
Always thinking, always yearning
No time left to sit and snooze
Need more time with the playful Muse