fairness

It seems counterintuitive
To do the work
To dream of the beach
And play in the dirt
To long for silk
With grease on your shirt
To stay in one place
Than quench every thirst
To make art for yourself
And not know what it’s worth
Something about the trench
Feels right all along
Long days of training
Make the marathon
I lied to my reflection
That dear dreamy girl
Sold her gold for nothing
Gave her pearls for free
If you never look up
May you find cash in the street
*sigh*
How fair is the world?
Alas
It is not
If I sleep in today
My wishes, they rot
If I don’t do my laundry
I wear dirty socks