The Daily Race
I rise early in morn,
Feeling still used and forlorn
Just Another day in this constant struggle is born.
My feet slowly meet with the floor
They carry this zombie creature to my front door
Confronting the world in my own personal war
So many questions I've has pondered
About the many times I've wandered
Is this just a life so aimlessly squandered?
But now they own my soul for 12 hours
I'm just their battery with no power
As I watch all my youthful motivation sour.
My youth began to rot
With the pointless education I've bought
The laminated diploma was nice but all for nought.
Another days pay in the bin
But where is the win
Your just a sheep in their pasture destined to do it all again.
So you just let the numbness take hold
As you heart daily turns cold
And the whiskey and gin just watch you get old
Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2019
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