Every day goes by,
It gets piled on
And all I do is try.

Like a race with no ending or a song with no start
As the papers turn my brains works at a thousand miles a minute
At least it tries.

Tick, Tick, Tick, goes the bomb that will never quite be set off
But the continuous rhythm stays in our mind and in our thoughts
Pushing as if there is something to strive for
Once the goal is reached, a new one arises.
There is no ending,
But at least we can try.

As the flowers turn bright and the suns shines down,
We can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Only to be crushed by new warning of what is to come.

Will the consistent effort ever be enough?
Can we strive for more
Only time will tell
But for now,
the work never stops