I am redundant 
But is that all of me
Or is there more
More than the working man's wage 
More than this writing on a page 
There is a shore of great expanse 
Waiting inside 
A horizon that knows no bounds 
But stretches infinitely
All the way to the sun
And beyond 
And neither I nor you
Can be measured 
By what we do
But who we are 
Is something much vaster