It's a work day tomorrow,

I don't work, but I always feel it,

People beginning to make moves,

I feel it, a ripple of choices,

Decisions leading to more decisions,

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As the direction humanity has chosen,

Pushes forward, good and evil,

Like exhaust fumes,

Lingering after the combustion,

I always feel it, because it moves me,

I don’t work, but I love it,

And each time, my mind has to hurry,

To spin the story, into, hopefully,

With yearning and deep prayer,

Something beautiful,

I don't work, but I do,

I do my part, for humanity’s story,

In the vast expanse of space,

Where are we be driving this rock?