Work day tomorrow,

　　I don`t work,

　　But I always feel it,

　　People begin to make moves,

　　I feel it,

　　The ripple of choices,This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.

　　As decisions lead to more decisions,

　　As the direction humanity has chosen,

　　Pushes forward,

　　Good and evil,

　　Like exhaust fumes,

　　Lingering after the combustion,

　　I always feel it,

　　Because it moves me,

　　I don`t work,

　　But it still moves me,

　　And each time,

　　My mind has to hurry,

　　To spin the story,

　　Into hopefully,

　　With yearning and deep prayer,

　　Into something beautiful,

　　I don`t work,

　　But I do,

　　I do my part,

　　For humanity`s story,

　　In the vast expanse of space,

　　I wonder where we`re driving this rock?