Sunday, August 28, 2011

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?

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