like machines
set to go and go
we drone through
these cramped quarters
only to travel some more
precision decisions
to shave precious seconds
from wasting away
we bleed time
into transit hell
more and more each day
the hustle and scrape
for survival pay
we soldier on
burning to do more
and be free of this
daily war
haunts us as we live it
and hunger for more
these dues we pay
and pay again
a thousand faces
press us close
and none of them a friend
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