Morning breaks, day after day
"24 hours" is what they say.
Again and again, one after the other,
blending together, one into another.
The nights are short and seem to divide
each day from the next on either side.

But each day starts the same it seems,
as each of us try living out our dreams.
Together, alone, we carry our load
wandering through life down by the road.

Never enough time to venture too far,
on down the road from where we are.
And just when we seem to be making head way,
we will trip on a stone along the way,
which slows us down, 2 steps back,
until again we are back on track.

When all our days run into each other,
as each reminds us of the other.
It seems like such a futile game.
that brings us one unto the same.
Like lab rats running round on a metal 
wheeL, seems none of us remembers 
how to feel.
To occasionally turn inward and remember 
that road that others travel daily with heavy loads. 
Maybe then, we can travel beyond, those same two footsteps we've daily gone.
Satisfied to know that one day we will see,

The End of that Road and FINALLY BE FREE!!