Escaping the Grind

Getting Away

Back again, it’s all the same

Grinding on the same old game

Sometimes it seems it’s all in vain

But you have to play again

Over, over, and once more

Till you drop onto the floor

Then they send you out the door

Always, there are more and more

Fresh new bodies for the grind

Newer ones they always find

Breaking down your heart and mind

For the role that you’re assigned

And yet – I find, I’m hoping still

There’s more to life than this old swill

Finding yet another thrill –

when there’s a way, I find a will