Work

She's hating it and am losing grip of it.

She hates how everybody is conforming. It's ridiculous, it's insanity.

Why do we succumb ourselves to a system too fond of abusing.

Work, she doesn't at all mind doing. Atrocities she's bearing.

She fucking hates the way of life, she desperately wants to find true spirit in life.

What do we do, but work, and neglect?

Have we ever bother taking a minute or two indulging the little things?

Is there nothing more but every seconds and minutes of rushing?

Is there at all, anybody any more?