Days that blur into another
your life just drifting away
existence aimless you ponder
subsisting on moral decay

The banality of life disappoints
but don't we have a choice?
could we not any moment rebel?
Could we not ever raise our voice?

The inevitability we simply accept
Ti's is after all our way of life
With frugality we live our present
the future more dead than alive

The End

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