Quicksand

Thoughts don't keep tormenting my head I have a job to do to earn my bread I have hours of dipping my hands in the muck juggle with the assigns that simply suck! Poems don't come streaming in my head let me not lose bread in your mesmeric thread I have hours of pouring over dead files wade in the mire in painted smiles! Dreams don't perch on my stooped eyelids let me take care of my earthly needs I have hours of works to pay for the meals stuck in a rut that slowly kills! Wishes don't freely on my heart land let it not be lost in your quicksand I have hours to cope with the burning walk the fire on your singed wings!