The $park of No Return$: Time Drops #3

 

Its a shame we wither away for the grind, just to barely make it

Here we sit, itching. 

Ambition to perform like the oils of poison ivy. 

Survival through the hustle and bankrolls forcing us to scratch. 

Society says it's a choice, but it's an ingrained necessity. 

Drive or Die. Or maybe it's die while driving. 

Waking up before the sun can stretch it's arms of light to counteract the fog of lack of sleep. 

It's darkness deep like red roots in our eyelids,

we try to erase em' with caffeine and energy drinks. 

The aches, pains and groans as we move from one side of the dungeon to the death wagon, 

anything for the scraps so we can pay the debts society waves in our faces once a month minimum. 

"You chose this luxury, now you may suffer for it." 

But you would think that basics in this world should be free. 

We monopolize our lives to have more of what's out there. When will the illusion of profits, gains and losses end? 

I guess it'll be when the wheels stop turning. 

When the engine light comes on, or the head gasket finally blows because we can't afford to pay for maintenance off the scraps of the Spark, the mad Dashes to the door, or the Uber drops. 

No, I'm not Tipping (shit, forgot the R in there).

We saw it as a get rich quick that went viral, now we're sick to our stomachs when we don't make what we need to sustain our fantasy lifestyles so they match everyone else. 

The trap that always catches, the chase that never ends until we decide enough is really enough... 

Whether we get the bag or the scraps. 

Is it really worth our hustle? Or is it even our hustle to begin with?

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