Anxiety, depression,
Noble ideals and tears of pain
They can wait

I can cry rivers of blood onto the page
But in the real world I'm a working man
Slave to my legacy, slave to the pay
But mostly to circumstance

I take my pride to the grave
And just keep working till my muscles cave
I don't mind it's what they crave

And the coin lasts long enough for a meal
So my mother's hunger is staved

Five or six days a week won't do
I'll have to crash and burn when I get done
Sleep is for the weak
Work is fun

So I'll get to it tomorrow