The Endless Race


The Endless Race

We brave the day to day

Coffee made

The route to work is the same

Someone says

“How about those Mondays huh?”

You smile but repress rolling your eyes

You go to your desk

And think about how everyone in this building

Will someday die

Call it ennui

Or the desire to become a mercenary

Because this rat race is tiresome

And no one has ever won

The American dream in an automaton

And we all march in line

Redundant

Repetitive

Shocking in its routine

We are simply sheep

Some of us are black

Or wolves wearing the masses skin

But no matter

We are all searching for that shiny moment

That shooting star

That burns though the atmosphere

And makes it all worth while

We just want something honest

Another day

Coffee made

The route to work is the same

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One comment on “The Endless Race

  1. Reblogged this on kiraburton and commented:

    I don’t know why but I feel like I should reblog this.

    Like

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