Daily Grind

Wake up to the sound of alarms, no joy in the chime,

Chasin’ numbers, chasing dimes, just a rat in the grime.

Microwave meals, bills stackin’ like Tetris,

Boss man faceless, cold, I’m feelin’ reckless.

Every day the same script, groundhog rewind,

Lost in the maze, clarity’s hard to find.

Dreams boxed up, packed away in the attic,

Routine robotic, vibes stuck on static.

Grind don’t stop, but my spirit’s thin,

Feel the weight of the world beneath my skin.

Through the cracks I crawl, through the storms I wade,

Adult life a battle, every move a grenade.

Midnight thoughts hit deep, shadows start to creep,

Money short, hours long, I can’t get no sleep.

Paces drag heavy, like chains on my feet,

Hustlin’ the only way, till the struggle I defeat.

Hope’s a whisper in the fog, barely a phrase,

Clock hands smack me, trapped in their maze.

Tax forms and deadlines, shackles in disguise,

Trying to fly high but tripped by disguise.

Grind don’t stop, but my spirit’s thin,

Feel the weight of the world beneath my skin.

Through the cracks I crawl, through the storms I wade,

Adult life a battle, every move a grenade.