The Grind
I must have wished a thousand times
that somehow we could live our lives
for something more.
And I can’t help but wonder why
we strive to keep so much in line,
what is it for?
Can’t you see we spend our time
building what we call “The Grind”,
finding ways to numb the pain it causes.
The blind leading the blind.
Can’t you see we spend our time
building what we call “The Grind”.
What is it for?
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