Keep Chuggin'

There is a limit,
To production,
Based on the resources available,
And one's dedication,

And it is always exceeded by the world,
And the speed at which it goes.
And how one's supposed to keep up with demand,
Only god knows.

And at some point someone will tell you,
That it's not worth it.
You will die one day and do you really want,
Your memories to always fall within shifts?

But it's alright,
You are not alone.
Society is built on doing things,
Only so you can take the bacon home.