As once again the time clock strikes
As people leave, in cars, on bikes
We walk to our assignations
With busses that take us to our destinations
Where warm beds and central heated homes
Wait to take our weary bones
We pound the cold, dark wintery streets
Like policemen on our daily beat
Then one will speak, the breath will rise
Before our work - ****** weary eyes
" Well, one more night done, it wasn't too bad "
Not even realising that
This endless play of bravado
Is how the rest of our lives will go
I feel like screaming " This is hell,
At school while young and fit and well
This wasn't how I thought my life would be
All work and toil and misery "
But... No. I simply, sadly reply
" It wasn't too bad." As once more slips by
Another day, another 24 hours
Lost to work and sleep and showers
I hold back my scream and silently pray
There will be an end to this someday
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 6:06 PM UTC
As once again the time clock strikes
As people leave, in cars, on bikes
We walk to our assignations
With busses that take us to our destinations
Where warm beds and central heated homes
Wait to take our weary bones
We pound the cold, dark wintery streets
Like policemen on our daily beat
Then one will speak, the breath will rise
Before our work - ****** weary eyes
" Well, one more night done, it wasn't too bad "
Not even realising that
This endless play of bravado
Is how the rest of our lives will go
I feel like screaming " This is hell,
At school while young and fit and well
This wasn't how I thought my life would be
All work and toil and misery "
But... No. I simply, sadly reply
" It wasn't too bad." As once more slips by
Another day, another 24 hours
Lost to work and sleep and showers
I hold back my scream and silently pray
There will be an end to this someday
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