Time...

No work for the sullen
the fallen
the lonely.

With every breath i die
i live
i die.

How can I make life work?

What is my lifes work?

I'm just a traveler.

I drag everything I can't afford along.
another inch
another foot
another mile.

My possessions overwhelm
i own nothing
i have everything.

Another mile.

The traffic consumes.

Another foot.

My path will bloom.

Another inch.

Defeat.
Rinse.
Repeat.