2 March 2013
I'm finding each day harder, Each morning is a chore, And I have no reminder, What exactly I'm up for.
Every day's monotonous, Repetitive; the same, And I'm a pawn on a chess board, And life's a wicked game.
Swamped with work and jobs to do, No time for breathing in, One day ends, another looms, My flesh is wearing thin.
Thinking 'how much more to go?' And knowing it won't stop, Working to the very bone, Eventually, I'll drop.
Too Hard. • Opuss № I