Labors

When the daylight beats you down,
And your brow is filled with sweat,
That's called hard labor,
No nothing clever,
We are our labors,
Seven days and zero resting eyes obscene,
Tell the man can we please slow down,
I'm out,
Running 'round with dry feet and half empty mouths,
Praising rain for wherever it may drop,
I'm out if I can't,
Eat,
You know I must confess,
This life isn't what it was,
A place I can't even describe,
Nor even have the time,
We never make the time,
When the sunbeams burn your back,
And your sweat goes up in smoke,
That's called hard labor,
No nothing clever,
We are our labors,
Many dreams and causes die when you clock in,
What a world it could be if we can just slow down,
I'm out,
Party blazes from the windows of your work,
Fast it raves and disappears in sunlight,
I'm late, if I don't,
Eat,
You know I must confess,
This life isn't what it was,
A place I can't even describe,
Nor even have the time,
We never make the time,
I hope for change,
I'm really hoping we can change,
This world just isn't the same,
We don't even have the time...
©retroletgo