Quit It

Life is complicated.
Doing things we once hated
with a passion. To get some cash in

No passion, just hate.
There's no room for sweets on your plate

What are you even eating
A last-minute meeting?
I guess we're skipping lunch
Life just served us a punch.

These bruises are uniform
and acceptance is just the norm.
Wear a smile and all is fine.
Single file, get in line.

We're all following. . .
But where does this lead?
How much more of it do we need?

If there's a will. . .
then someone is dead.
There's only one way to be led

The grave seems deep from above
But all it takes is just one shove.

We'll fit in well, oh I can tell
We've all been living the same hell

We're all the same
in life's cruel game
All work, no play
makes jack shit -- so quit it.

- 2018년5월2일