The Life of Drudgery

By the window, I stand and stare,
watching wearied traveler's full of care
forlorn creased brows they wear,
living their life, like a daily nightmare

for some, it is the life they choose,
for others it's something they cannot refuse,
whatever maybe each one's excuse,
there is little to win and a lot to lose

you are too busy writing your own tragedy,
furtively watching a trippy censored comedy,
soulfully listening to yet another hyped up melody,
mournfully contemplating that life's just a parody

and so will your time come to pass,
doing the usual things, and following the mass,
when all this will be seen through the looking glass,
it will appear to be an unbelievable farce

of what worth is this life which is so rare,
when you don't have the time to stop and stare?
at the infinite bounty nature has to share,
and feel the rain and breathe the fresh air