On the Hamster Wheel
Always chasing the money,
Seldom tasting the honey.
Worshipping the drone of work,
Makes me feel like a jerk.
Having no time to think.
How low can I sink?
Everyone else on the same wheel,
No longer know what I feel.
Is my life mostly undone?
Will I ever have any fun?
Cards stacked against me for real,
Let's reshuffle, start a new deal.
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