Ratrace

I want to escape. this endless competition. this generational tradition. I need to adjust my vision like a optician. The slave shift. I mean grave shift. I want to work hard and buy my family a spaceship. dear God I remain patient. The hustle the grind like clock work. time is money thats how clocks work. the ground work is always hard work so folks go to class and do the homework you can have a degree as a overworked cleark. I want to escape this race. I want climb the staircase to some- place better somewhere. the ratrace the continues wheel spins ,everybody's out for the win. it's hunger games and the wheel begins again.