A minute for every hour.

Credit: Highway Insomnia

We a wake. Blood rushing in our veins, up for a new day.

We make a move, but if you see closer we move no were.

We drown in our responsibilities, to our friends, our colleagues, and to our family.
To value success by searching for titles, and comparing one another.
Breath in you commercial ways, since you believe your "free".

In the mist of a better tomorrow today's present time becomes our yesteryear's.

Forgetting our selves in the pursuit, reaching mile stones only to look back on.

Working so hard, saving so much, waiting so long.

I guess if you play the game enough, you'll find your answers,  right?
Might as well play it well.