Why do I have to do my daily duties?
Why must my life be defined by the work I complete?
Can’t I be judged instead by my ideas, my moustache?
Why are small gains often just as difficult as big ones?
Is Pirsig’s gumption the greatest gift or curse of all?
Who keeps the grand ledger of all the labors we render?
And when they do, do they also consider it a chore?
© Copyright, George Potts 1996
