The Daily Grind
In my room where there's things left not done
Where I pass the time just having fun
Not thinking about the consequences twice
Or the cost of selfishness , the costly price
I spend my time wastefully
As the military said it's SSDD
A routine that repeats on play
in and out through every day
I could do better, I know I could
but lost to me are the things I should
I can't for the life of me
set my deep seeded worries free
and thus I drown my sorrows in drink
not giving myself the time to think
Come what may through tribulation & toil
I'd rather indulge in the sweet nothings, the spoils
Until death comes calling with it's cold embrace
I'll give no thought to the daily chase
No dreams to dream, nor ambition to spare
Not a concern or worry not a single care.
- Brad Carver, May 20, 2020
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