Each day flays my body from head to toe.
Visually, it may be too much to bear.
Each day slices anew, sinew from bone.
Rest assured, the metaphor takes its toll.
Year after year, I work this daily grind
Down, only memories remain, so spare,
As to endure the burden weight, as none
Yet so great to press me six feet under.
Visually, it may be too much to bear.
Each day slices anew, sinew from bone.
Rest assured, the metaphor takes its toll.
Year after year, I work this daily grind
Down, only memories remain, so spare,
As to endure the burden weight, as none
Yet so great to press me six feet under.
Ear on the rail, eye on the tracks, to find
Verily, they buried me years ago.
Age blazes a path to define one's glory.
Decline to decay from lack of thunder.
Each day grinds my bones to dust, my ego
Revels in the unrevealed mystery.
Verily, they buried me years ago.
Age blazes a path to define one's glory.
Decline to decay from lack of thunder.
Each day grinds my bones to dust, my ego
Revels in the unrevealed mystery.
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