Anyone else?Mature

Does anyone else feel this?
This crushing weight we call life,
this constant pressure,
that pushes from all angles,
squeezes you into a box
of day-to-day life.

Wake, eat, work, sleep.

Does anyone else feel this?
This urge to scream
the world to a halt,
to bellow until all foundations crumble
to shout like Lear,
'blow winds and crack your cheeks'

Wake, eat, work, sleep.

Does anyone else feel this?
This morbid dread that this,
this is what  in all our glory
what we all are reduced to.
We are a great rece, us humans,
repetitive over-developed monkeys, a great race.

Wake,

Eat,

Work,

Sleep.

The End

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