Make Time

There is no time,
To think about how little time there is,
Or reflect upon how unfair,
Is existence,

Or how society has determined,
The amount of hours that is acceptable,
That you spend at work, which is most of your life,
Because you have to pay the bills,

Unless you're rich enough to have someone pay them,
Or poor enough that they don't apply.
Really, the middle class is just what it needed,
Once slavery was run dry.

And it's alright,
The point is really not about how you're screwed,
It's about living each moment like it's your last,
'Cause you don't know when your time is due.