The pressures building and you know it.
You look away and hide your face.
It's too much.
The pressures building and you hide it.
You can't fight it.
It's going to beat you, and the pressure will build,
and you will fade.
It hurts I can see it.
Locked away deep below that stubborn shell.
You can't hide it.
It's too much, here and there.
Taking away piece by piece.
Those demanding duties.
Calling day in and day out.
You throw yourself at the tide.
To stem the flow.
To stop the pain.
But work is work
everything and anything
and survival is a must.
So you work laboring away
at those demanding duties
but face the facts
survival is a must
and you can't go on.
The pressures building.
What will you do?
Work is work
and survivals a must.
Do not pity yourself.
Lie in wait, do not tarry.
Feed yourself and grow strong again.
Lie in wait, do not fear,
but do this, not for me, not for duties,
do this for you, just once.
Look up and envy the sky.
Time will pass, and you will see
that the old saying,
"all play and no work"
goes both ways.