It is the process by which we live
one that takes many names:
the daily grind
the paper chase;
but what is it all for?
The endless cycle of waking up
only to be letdown
by obligations tied to quantity
not quality.
Temporary sacrifices
become permanent compromises
until one day
we wake up
and ask ourselves
"What the hell am I doing with my life?"
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
It is the process by which we live
one that takes many names:
the daily grind
the paper chase;
but what is it all for?
The endless cycle of waking up
only to be letdown
by obligations tied to quantity
not quality.
Temporary sacrifices
become permanent compromises
until one day
we wake up
and ask ourselves
"What the hell am I doing with my life?"
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