Life’s become a grindstone
Crunching down each day
Suddenly we’re on our own
Seeking out the safest way
Death a heavy fine to pay.

What sustains us in this game?
Is it ennui or pluck?
When each day provides the same
Obstacles we have to duck
Fears we’re out of luck.

We’ve each learned lessons
Ways to survive the hours
Determined our essence
Come down from ivory towers
Beseeched the higher powers.

How long will this go on?
Do our leaders know?
Fear abides from dusk to dawn
Keeps our options low
Twelve long months marks our woe.

Take another precious breath
Touch gently sacred ground
Do a pirouette with death
Spin your self around
Make a joyful sound.

Written by : Bob Burnett