They say I am a workaholic
Maybe
I say I choose my own pain
My muscles sore hitting the gym
My blisters hurt playing guitar for hours
My eyes tire writing until two or three
But no, no one can manipulate my passion
With promises they can’t keep
I can just be a couch potato if I want to
I can just watch people perform if I feel like it
I can just write a doggerel if this is all I can do
If I am a workaholic
I hope you can be like me.