To Have Too Much

Drum, goes the beat, on my heart.
It echoes through my body,
And my soul cries out its anthem,
“To bed! To bed! One more time,”

It says. To freedom from toil,
To leisure, to escape from suffering.
And my head chimes in,
“Bills, bills, bills, remember them.”

Oh, how they haunt me,
Follow me everywhere.
I slave at my workplace
To pay my bills,

I panic at the grocery,
Hoping for a miracle
When I get to the register
To pay for this cart of wants

And needs, piled high in
Revery, oh to have, to get,
To be, to escape, to luxury,
Oh, to be there, just once!