Sipping hot soup from a bowl

While trying to enjoy the wine

Dreaming of that joyful crown

Annoyed by ice-cream melting down

Still pushing for that finish line

Though knowing it is just a cliff

Our fists are clenched our eyes are shut

We grasp for air, we drown in mud

One day we'll rest but not today

We scream to not hear crickets play

Afraid to stop and look around

To merge our shadow on the ground

Cold from sweat under the blanket

Hungry but too sick to eat

We trade our days to earn the entrance 

When casket will be our retreat 

But there were clues along the way

Whispered were the hints we got

If you resist to die a little

One day you will die alot

lukapirc