Wake Up
School
Practice
Homework
Repeat
The Grind seems to never end
Physically, Mentally, Emotionally tried
All the days run together
But we keep going
The Grind doesn’t stop, wont stop, for anyone
We ride, switching lanes and switching trains
From one Grind to the other
Years and years,
Miles and miles
Until finally we can lay, and rest.
“The Grind” is the cliché that everyone kind of accepts as
the description for working. I tried to repeat that phrase as often as
possible, trying to mirror the effect that the “Grind” has. We may graduate
high school and college, but one grind leads to the other as we enter the real
world, working from week to week. I isolated the “Years and Years, Miles and Miles”
section to really emphasize the dragging doldrums of working all the time. I
also played around with rhyming to make the lane/train line run together, and
flow a bit better than most of the other piece. This was meant to blend those
words, creating a mess that flows from one part to the other, like the “Grind”
character.
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