What drives you?

Where does your interest lie?

Could you work all day?

Or would it make you cry?
What makes you get up

and out of bed?

Is it the lure of the dollar,

or a desperate need for bread?
Is each day a struggle

to fulfill a basic need?

Or is it a race, 

between pleasure and greed?
Is it altruism that finds you

at the sick bed of others?

Or is it your own desires causing

you to cheat your brothers?
Lightness and dark, 

Softness and hard,

Who’s is charge of the hand,

Who deals the card?
Remember each day

when you lift your own load,

Not one of us knows

what’s at the end of the road.