In this rat race we call life, there is no escape;
From poverty to luxury
From loss to gain
We are all but humans, we are all but the same
Status, rank, power, fame
All but trivial in this unfair game
Minutes, hours, days, years
Such a short life, yet such long tears
In a world governed by money and greed, material items that grow off a tree
We hold all our hope in the powers that be;
Where did we stumble? Where did we fall?
Our fates sealed by a gavel and a hall
Live, Laugh, Love
Die, Cry, Break
It is all but futile, it is all but fate
As I remarked earlier, again I shall state
In this rat race we call life, there is no escape.
-Zero
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