Like a River, we float on Poems

why do I even try, I work just to end up poor in the end,

it as if world hate me or worse then that this job.

I'm working the same job.

just try to live... or is that called living?

more like try to survive in a cursed world.

if I even get out of this, I would look back and say.

see living is hard, but I did try it.