More thoughts from a Van

I drive alone in my small van
And think dark thoughts of life, and man
My mind a turmoil of emotion,
Of deeds not done
And words unspoken.
Is there a purpose to this life,
Should I continue with the strife.
The dawn comes up and with the sun
My spirits lighten,thoughts less glum
I drive on home, my spirits rise
Its four hours gone, to my surprise
My dogs come down to say hello
Wagging tails and and out to go
They love with no conditions asked
Just food and strokes, and good repast
Why so sad they seem to say
Not sad, just tired , it’s just my way !