Morning Hustler Commute
All I have and ever had is going.
It is gone, let it go.
Let it drift like moon and river flowing
With a tranquil churning flow.
Let it swim as all the world is swimming
Past the car where I lie;
All I meant go glimmering and dimming
Like the floating moon and sky.
In the city I sweated for achievement,
I have failed, never mind.
I believe I suffered some bereavement,
That has slipped me now, I find.
I am done with feeling and ambition.
All I need is a train
Then to blunder into no condition
That would give me hope or pain.
I will live and answer not a question
That I put with a smile,
Hours of dream shall bring their dim suggestion
And to breathe seem worth the while.
I shall live with not a hopeful worry
But to smile when I die.
Death will come, but not in any hurry.
Does it hustle? No. Then why should I?