Is This Me

Who am I to protest my earthly
Consequence, for in the eyes of those
That think they know me
I wander along the same road of reality,
Never deviating,stagnate,
Existing,not listening,
Have me a maiden,a family,a christening

To work I go from my humble abode
And put in eight hours again;
Passing time ‘til the end of the day,
Then down to the pub with a friend;
Until the cash runs out,
thirsty drought until payday,
then I’ll do it all over again.

Familiar roads,distorted memories of
Mispent youth.
Pouring rain on a tin roof,
Cat scratching at the door,
Dog snoring sprawled on the floor.
Can barely contain my envy -
You seem to have it all !

Though I’m known to indulge at times
In this human behaviour,
I know not a reason for
worship or Saviour.
Locked within ,I feel Something better
than all the world Has to give,
And this better I favour!