Postal Avoidance

There are times in people's lifes,
Where there just seems too much,
To do and too much to much to think about,
That they soon lose touch,

With the fact that there is something more,
Waiting on the other side,
Of what they're doing which is far less thick,
But which elusively hides,

Always in the tomorrow and never comes,
Because unfortunately,
It seems the way society wants to work,
Is to keep you busy, constantly.

But it's alright,
There's always light at the end,
Even if it never arrives,
It's what keeps you from self-destruction.