Reality

Whenever it is quiet
There's a voice that says
What the hell are you doing?
As though something is missing.

Is a working life
all there is?
Are ideas
all that are real?

When I am quiet, the voice
of motivation calls
When I am busy, the voice
of leisure calls
When I am loyal, the voice
of longing calls
When I am free, the voice
of honor calls


But they never answer