The daily grind

Trailing clouds of glory do we come Until by the end we are left dull and glum. How it all came to this We are responsible For being so remiss The magic of our early moments Emblazoned in our minds Fades and disperses with every pressure Our world brings to bear upon our pleasure Exams, bills, targets, workday worries blunt our perceptions And drive them undergound Occasionally to spark alive in a dream state Eluding our grasp once we come to our senses Wide awake and once more blind How to recapture And to resurrect That rich inner spirit Which came with our birth That should be our aim Too many earthly concerns Within our clay Must take the blame For that loss of courage To break free from the constricting frame Forcing us To forget the beauties of the day To play the stultifying economic game The stifling straitjacket of life Keeps us playing