Working a 9-5 and a 5-9 just to keep bread on the table,
light in the house, and gas in the car so you can go again, and again.
Why did I come this far ?
To work my self to death with people who don't even care?
that's my fear, that I will work myself to death & they will just move on,
because life goes on- and is going on with out me
while I work my self to death.
Like a curse or a course I am fulfilling an order
and I am delivering my fate faithfully. No sense of spirituality,
all abnormality as I go on day to day not acknowledging the creator
such a traitor, for turning away from the one who made me,
so now I work myself to death, gaining wealth maybe
but who cares about that when I'm dead- alone-LOST!
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