work like a dog all week until your job is done
put up your feet and polish your bones
until the weekend's gone
it left as a breeze
the fruits of your labor quickly go sour as you succumb to routine you're life is gone
it passed you by
all your hard work your blood and sweat has left you in the dark and cold burn
with your castle and sink
with your ship a waste of a life mundane
and routine is shit
looking back in the end blank
and alone friendless
and sad
nothing can bring it all back