I reach home with the moon high in the sky.
Wasted, I open my cabinet and sigh.
I start to eat food that's about to expire,
As for money, I am in dire.
I lay back down on my bed
And look at the photos of my friends
Basking at sunny beaches,
As my jealousy further increases.
Will these monotonous days never end?
Will I remain like this and continue to pretend
That I am satisfied with a life
Where I have to constantly bow down and bend?
How I wish this cycle would stop
Of me getting repeatedly torn apart.
What should I do to be just like them?
My mind continues to be in mayhem.
But life goes on, they say.
I have to make money some way.
Maybe my monotonous days won't be so gray.
I hope I get the motivation to stay
In a world that's full of dismay.
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