The Daily Grind

[89layers]

Sometimes you feel like you're up against a wall.
You hold on tightly, as all heroes do.
You're fighting with your all,
but it is not enough.
And you could give a damn if it's gonna be so tough.
You hide away the pain or you take another drink.
You pretend not to care, but you worry what they think.
If they think of you at all, you could gamble that they don't.
You pick your poison or your vice and pray it gets you through the day, but you know it won't.
You fumble through your days and flip through magazines.
You sit on your phone, staring at the screen.
Maybe go outside a bit if you can find the strength.
You tell yourself "tomorrow" or "it is not that bad."
But you can't even hear the music,
unless it tells of something sad.
All those songs that talk of promise! 
You just can't relate.
You care a little less each day until you're barely trying.
You get to work a little late, 
and no one is the wiser that your soul, inside is dying.
Then to wade through the hours and the bullshit, without a medal or a friend.
You go numb from lonliness and wish that it could end.
You escape reality through a day dream or a game, 
but duty calls your name.
You pack up your lunch and, with it, all your pain.
Then you paint your smile on, 
and shuffle off to start again.