Separation Track

You say…you’ve got it all figured out
They consume your life two-thirds
And maybe someday you get the remainder
You’re swimming upstream like the trout

(Can’t I relax? It’s not going away)

You flock together like the birds
Do you ever think “what is this really about”?
Moving forward each day with such doubt
Living your so called dream and delusions of grandeur

(Tired of these acts - It’s not going away)

Grinding out each day
Week to week; pay to pay
And it’s not going away

Megalomania, you sell your story
You’re pulling a sleigh in a row of reindeer
Asking yourself: “Is there anything to gain here”?
It seems nice but it’s a sinking quarry

(It’s an endless tax, and it’s not going away)

Grinding out each day
Week to week; pay to pay
And it’s not going away

Twenty-two years of preparation
Daybreak to dawn, you’re in such a hurry
You won’t listen yet you complain in a constant fury
I am growing apart, in a somber state of separation

(Contentment lacks, and it’s not going away)

Grinding out each day
Week to week; pay to pay
And it’s not going away

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