Tell me it gets easier. Tell me the grey days seem brighter. A life of luxury is poison to those doomed to give effort. I don't want to watch myself leak away Conscious effort should make conscious gain And I am terrified That it will all wash away With the rest of the people Who tattoo 9-5 On their lined faces.
I'm scared of not enjoying my life and my future career. It seems that nobody likes working and as such I am frightened. A little confession.