grind

the hustle's overrated
sorry, but i'm about to knock it.
been working nine-to-five
or seven (am) to twelve (am)
thinking, is that all there is?

so let's keep dancing.

dancing through through it all
trying to find grace in getting by
getting through, getting on
without getting stuck.

i'm tired of the dance and grind
i want to unwind and wind
like a gypsy.

roam like a nomad on winding roads
with no destination in sight
as opposed to working toward an
unseen
unknown
unfelt



End.