Day after Day

Day after day, we till the same fields

Yearning for a different tomorrow, we eat the same meals

Unable to bear the task, we run from our fears

Powerless and weak, we hide from mirrors

When will we understand there's no use in tears

Drowning in self pity, porn and beers

All for naught

All such pity

Even the learned of old knew

Within one's will is strength

If ignored this ancient echoes

All left in hands in wasted years

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