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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