Why I Quit

At night I decided
I didn't want to know
why people go to work
everyday.

Lying in bed, with only five hours left

While Grama plays Mozart
While Grampa watches the news
and the neighbor decides that
midnight is the perfect time
to send home his sex
and call out to his cat
for five minutes.

Just let the damn cat freeze

I'm in bed not worrying
about my job, but why
the sound of Mandy singing
makes me want to get
up and write.

How can one God-given voice motivate me to heal?