Sand and Cells

We’re not living in reality, we’re acting like we’ll never die, but the knife’s at our throats and it’s just a matter of time. Eat, sleep, work, die. Life’s too short to watch it pass, boxed up like a rat in a maze. Working ‘till we die, no way out of these endless days. Eat, sleep, work, die. It’s so easy to start feeling so trapped. These are prisons we have built ourselves. Realize hat this is hell.