The Journey
Life is like work
A big time clock to punch in and out every day
One big routine
School, work, sleep
School, work, sleep
Nothing ever changes, one thing is always the same
From one day, to the next, and to the next
A drone trying to reach his destination
But what is that destination?
A box for an office to sit in eight hours a day?
Life shouldn’t be like work, Life is a journey
Even when it breaks you down so much you can’t breath
One second you’re having the time of your life
The next you’re lying on the floor crying
Life is a journey, through the good and the bad,
Everything in the end will be OK.
If it’s not, then it’s not the end.
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