What To Do? Poem by Rose Stern

I don't know what to do,
I don't know what to say,
It seems I've spent my life,
Living in this way.
Haven't found something to do,
That'll pay and bring me
Joy in life.
And I don't want to become,
Someone who's just looking,
At the numbers of their income.
Where's the joy in an office job,
Sitting in front of a screen,
What's the point of a music job,
If you never feel quite seen?
Poetry is fun and safe,
Somewhere I can put my thoughts,
But it's just not sustainable,
I can't live off of words.

- r.s