Motive Occupational
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

The mystery is selfish
The wish to see confined
All future that is coming
All happens in past time

The office that I rent
The room that I use
The desk that I lean on
The work I do chose

Was it my victory?
Truly a real choice?
I look back in history
And I hear my voice

Saying - I want to be
A captain in the navy
I want to join the army
I want to be me

So I studied fulltime
I rose on degree
Dare I commend
I dare do agree

All that this is laughing
Past then, at my now
Everything but justice
Pledge I do the vow

And surface as a victor
One who knows I will
Become the one I wish
And keep my dream still