everyone walks their tracks up ladders
built to escape
the flames
they lick our faces day to day
you note the pain but,
why bother everyone else when this
is just yourself
you hit the clock for no reason but
your angery
everyone wakes up late
we've been built to escape but
this chair is comforting me
and it costs more than I can pay
I'll pass the ladder and instead I'll go to work
these steps are traced
in sleepless nights
bar fights
throwing fists at our dreams
taking pills and blowing off steam |
Submission Name: Work
