Work day tomorrow,

I don't work,

But I always feel it,

People begin to make moves,

I feel it,

The ripple of choices,

As decisions lead to more decisions,

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 it still moves me,

And each time,

My mind has to hurry,

To spin the story,

Into hopefully,

With yearning and deep prayer,

Into something beautiful.

I don't work,

But I do,

I do my part,

For humanity’s story,

In the vast expanse of space,

I wonder where we’re driving this rock?