The Dust

this dust settled on my shoes, reflects the toil I put through the day, 
buying me a meal, a few goodies and a comfortable stay,

still it lurks in my mind there is even more attention to growth I must pay,
away from loved ones and far from reality, this course I must stay,

day in and day out I contemplate reason for my morbid existence, while no one around me is pausing even for a day,
win a few morsels of bread, wear good clothes and provide for a family, why be different is what many wise men say,

live with a wider vision, dash of uprightness and lasting virtues through my mortal life, is all that I pray.