Futile Pace

Futile Pace

James Dinsmore

When the alarm rings

I join the race,

I jump out of bed

And wash my face.

My heart is pounding

In senseless haste;

The rush is on,

I curse the pace.

So few hours

Between each day;

So much pressure,

So little pay.

Tearing me down
To buy repair;

Earning a dream

To cover despair.

Running in circles

To make ends meet;

When I bite my own tail,

Is it not defeat?