Reverie

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Struggling,
In the sun I'm tussling,
The scorched earth is mumbling,
In the mornings
When I'm walking.

A man,
Waking in search of
His daily bread.
Striving hard to break this yoke,
That his forefathers
Found hard to poke.

Lost in reverie,
Lusting over the lasting
Feel of a breakthrough
That is yet to come.

Wondering how
This money can be earned
The right way,
'Cause the devil is
Always selling a pathway,
To short lived riches.

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