left overs

So I am moody cow?

Well moo moo and moo to you

Move along if it bugs you so

And other times I am sweet as sin

Don’t hear you complain when my yang is in

There was a time when “I have a job” was just enough

A steady income, the pride in waking up with some place to go

I was high on the camaraderie of my office space

The ritual of making coffee, typing on my keyboard staring at my monitor

How can I help you? The heady joy made my voice a perfect ‘A’ note

I would skip to work, jog up the underground station’s stairs.

Bobbing and weaving past my fellow commuters my whole being would smile

My fellow commuters – Finally I was a productive part of a system.

Why while I was a student I never felt excited I still don’t understand

There a people who have to earn to feel useful, motivated and I am one of them.