Scratching, sketching, working, walking
Behind desks, behind screens
Thinking, stressing, crying, working
Why do we do what we do?
Why do we ruin today
To gain something tomorrow?
But when tomorrow is today,
We are still thinking of tomorrow
What kind of life is this,
Where we live in the future
Always out of reach?
Do I write when I want to sing?
So I can sing when I want to sing?
But will I?
When I can sing, will I sing,
Or will I work so I can sing on Sunday,
But on Sunday I work so I can sing on Monday
What a pointless life,
When we do not enjoy what we have earned!
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