Why would anybody pick this life?
Why would anybody try?
To move about, and run about
And roam from home to home

Why would anybody pick this life?
It heightens all the fears
It wears you out and breaks you down.
It reduces you to tears.

Why would anybody pick this life?
It’s not the path of ease; in fact.
You’ll find it’s just the opposite
But opposites attract

If we get to pick our chains
I hope that restlessness jails me
To a life that moves from plane to train
Destination: I’ve yet to see

If we get to pick our chains
May I be bound to road and sea
To a life that’s redefining
Predictability

If we get to pick our chains
I’ll take my second class billet
Over a plush corner office
And a two-week holiday.

😉

Ciao.