Learn to Work

I lock my head down, crossed legs, no sound. Tears drop deep down my face, what do I do? How do I say? Sleep till the sunrise, sleep till the the sun falls, is this the life I chose? Do I have any say at all? Feeling trap and over used, work life has got me conditionally confused, do I make time for the money or do I make time for you? Oh dear god how do I chose? Reaching far for that stream of light, that's so close but far from sight. I want to reach my goals but damn it's like searching for treasure gold! Oh man time is flying by fast! How can I get this cash? As I drive down this road, I look through my broken mirror it's always been you who needed to deliver.

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