Hardwork we fear not, for we toil night and day,
Subordination of interests, forgoing all the play,
None for breakfast, for dinners sometimes a Sub,
Little do we achieve, we're The Underachiever's club
Sometimes we miss a point, perhaps a whole page,
Sitting in the dark work fuming with rage,
Perhaps what we do is not how it's done,
Hours put in relentlessly churning the sun.
Peace of mind, we say, is what we live for,
Exhaustion sinks in, on the psyche takes a toll,
The work still remains let alone appreciation,
The world shrinks in, remains only villainous trepidation.
We lose sleep over things left undone,
Dissatisfied, incompetent, eyes better unopened,
But the dawn must break, so must we,
Brave that we are, we start, resilience the key.
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