The first words from my mouth are always “How are you?”
I wait for an answer and regret the question
It always comes back to me
I know you’re supposed to say happy things
I’m good, I’m great, I’m doing really well
But I can’t be doing well if I’m not doing good
I’m serving the rich everyday
To them I’m nothing more than “the help”
I’m not bringing hope to the hopeless or love to the loveless
I’m bringing sandwiches to those who have the greatest abundance of food
What am I doing for everyone else?
What am I doing for myself?
I’ve got dreams and I’ve got plans
Right now I’m feeling like a ship in a harbor
Safe, comfortable, unchallenged, unchanged
I’m just waiting to feel the waves again.