Day In/Day Out

The time of labor start once one clocks in

as the money is important for survival.

Better to have it than being flat broke.

Despite what those on the outside peeping in may say,

this man right here isn't flipping patties for nothing.

For he longs to return to his life back home,

which ran smooth like molasses

then snapped in half like a pair of glasses.

As the infallible result of a fatal mistake

severed his lifeline, draining his air supply.

These days, the man is one step away from getting high

on a second chance at seeing the ribbon in the sky.

As it reveals itself in his mind    

reigniting the drive to strive and succeed.

Brain on automatic, it may bleed into the soil

growing trees bearing fruit.

That is more prosperous in sound than playing the flute,

yet complex like a rubix cube.

The walk up the stairway to his dreams is to be expected like Jesus

on the real because he is coming back for what is rightfully his.                                                                                                             

motivationpoetryreal liferedemption

◄ F.U.C.K.

Thursday, Pt.2 ►

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