When you work, like…as in that’s all you do. You realise you need love.
Not Hollywood love, but a reason for doing what you’re doing.
Otherwise the funds in your account become meaningless numbers…irrelevant, like the metro you pick up and put down daily.
And maybe, I should take a lunch break now and again, to ponder on what’s relevant
Cos I seem to give my superiors more reverence than I ever gave my parents.
Now that getting sent to bed early is a bonus.
And bonuses are what you’re in it for.