Soon Enough

Waiters We get worn down Misery begins to settle Upon our mental anguish Back and forth The errands never end It’s another language No worries, For I will be gone before long Society Seems to be nothing more Than a practical down pour Let us change our stars Our path throughout misery Shall we get there? Be plagued on to remember who we are No worries For I shall be gone soon enough The sleep We never seem to be Fortunate enough to grasp The rain that falls The tears we spare To be upheld to nothing more Then a few later laughs No worries Before long, I shall be gone