Seems like the days,
blur and fade.
I’m too broke to make change.
Sad to say,
I feel betrayed.
If we could change lives,
I’m ready to trade.

But since we can’t,
I refuse to rant.
I gotta find beauty within my days.
I’ll wake up again.
To clean more vents.
Day by day this job will pay.
I’ll make this job my...