The earth you crush
with your rough palms
the rocks you break
-you call a living
You grind them up
like the soft sands
working under the hot sun
-time is fleeting
The sun! The sun!
The sun is hot!
But you worry not,
there are mouths to feed.
The earth you crush
with your rough palms
the rocks you break
-you call a living
You grind them up
like the soft sands
working under the hot sun
-time is fleeting
The sun! The sun!
The sun is hot!
But you worry not,
there are mouths to feed.
A Millennial's Journey 