As hours pass
You look up and glance
At the tower in the distance
Wondering of its Existence
A thought comes to mind
Gotta get back on my grind
Many bills to pay
So that I have a place to lay
Hard work pays off
Maybe one day i'll afford that loft
Hands of worn skin
Yet, I still manage to grin
There is much to look toward to
So don't feel blue
The treasure you find in the end
Will be the perfect blend
Achievement and happiness
Will end my sadness
Lounging on a calm shore
You can bet, it won't be a bore
Sipping colorful drinks from straws
Oh look! Over there, I see a brawl
Isn't life grand?
Worked out just as I planned
Now those weary hands
Can relax in the sands