Where I Should Be

Seeing through the distant window While sitting, working at my desk I see a world outside and thriving While within my world, an awful mess I work each day to earn more money I dream one day, my bills be paid Imagine that, such simple dreams Because of many choices made I opted for a family I’ve no regrets of that I say For there’s a love that makes me rich I’d have it just no other way But due to having made my choices The need to work, provide’s a must I toil each day, often missing The little things that mean so much