Burnt out and overwhelmed
Uninspired and undesired
Life goes faster while I move slower
The days fade into weeks
The weeks into months
The months into years
The losses pile up
And the victories vanish in the night
But I get up every morning
To stay in the race
Keep the young punks at bay
Knowing they'll be where I'm at soon enough
And it will be there turn to be edged out
Of their place and their space
Sucks, don't it?
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