The Grind

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You're behind

From the time you begin

The day.

Then someone comes in

And asks you for more

Than you ever would say you could do.

That is the way

It goes every day

In the grind.

Up tight you wind

Yourself

To prepare for the stress

Of having less

Time than you need

To do

That which you

Deem necessary.

So you do what you can

Rather than

Doing nothing,

Which is what often comes to mind

In the midst

Of the grind.

Often you find

It's an impossible bind

As requests come from the left and the right and behind.

You have to handle

What it is that’s demanded of you.

More things commanded than you could ever respond to.

How can you cope?

You just have to hope

That no one will notice the shortfall

Or the mistakes

One inevitably makes

As you haul

The load

Along the road

Of the grind.

It’s a rat race.

You’re a rat in a maze

Hazily lazily working your way

Through the days

In a daze

Created by stress.

Unless you can find

A way out of this mess -

An escape -

Through a side hole.

Or at the end

Offer a rationale

For the time that you’ve wasted,

There is no justification for the toll

That the exertion has taken

From your life.

You can not get it back

In fact

You hack,

You’ve allowed yourself to be defined

By the grind.

It’s beaten you down

And you’ve found

That you can’t get back up.

You’re tired

And where you thought you were wired

To the core of something of worth

The routine rears up to remind

You of your intrinsic

Intricate

Interrelationship

With the grind.

You're in it the day of your birth.

The only way out is to disobey the rules

Use the tools

That democracy gives you

To work on the outside.

Stay pure

Be an entrepreneur

Be one of a kind.

Stay away

Way away

From the grind.