I am tired of being push around,
Trying to stand on my feet,
Being able to stomp this ground,
Just so I may taste the sweat coming out from my head.
The blazing sun arise,
I soon wake up to realize.
That you are beside me for another surprise,
Yet I can’t relate to the path I cross.
Under the sky I took shade,
My eyes were burning and bloodshot,
But people can only stare and glaze,
I just move on and look for another good spot.
The path might be greener on the other side,
But is it greener than here?
Will I ever find peace there with white light?
The only way to find out is to go there.
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