Posted in life, original

Demand

Work hard as if there’s no tomorrow

But your life is sad, full of sorrow

You try and meet the demands

Take their every command

You feel like being in prison

You ask yourself why you do it, what’s the reason

So you stop and pause

And ask, what is your cause?

You then decided to break from their chains

Their demand isn’t worth your pains

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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