I work tirelessly to overcome all,
When does the rat race slow down to a crawl?
Plugging away,
away from home,
toil everyday,
tired and alone,
When will the laurels be placed on my head?
Did I not listen when praises were said?
All that I am is laid down on the race,
Nothing left in reserve, narry a trace,
To win or lose,
lose on the way,
all just to prove,
I've won the day,
Is it worth all of this, this troubled strain?
To know or not know, to strive all in vain?