i’m the one who can’t sit still
whose lazy days are always filled
with activities to keep at bay
every moment of every day

why do i work so hard, so long?
to answer my internal song
my mother’s steadfastness asks
only that i complete my tasks.

for all my life i’ll be her child
walking door to door, mile to mile
i’m the one who can’t sit still
without busy-ness, my life’s not filled.