The little things in life
There's too much to see
Too much to witness
Too little time
To rest my eyes
Another sight to see
Another reason to work
Still no reasons to stop
And take some time for peace
It's a brand new day
Thought nothing's changed
Just a another day
To slave without end
"When will this end?
Till when will i toil?
With such a meaningless routine...
It pulls me down, and further away
From where i need to go...
And who i truly am...
Is it just me?
Or am i already lost
In this disillusionment of life
With no meaning, with no worth..."
I'm not a person
Just another part
Of this collective consciousness
i'm not even here...
so i can't say goodbye
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