I've got too much to do to have a life.

So what I say.
So what to you.
So what to rules.

Never mind to transition years.
To busy life.
To midnight hours.

To floating by
through the minutes,
through the days,

With nothing to distinguish them,

You say we are caught up.
In grades.
In school.

But who was it that conditioned us to be this way?
It was you.
As the work gets harder.
It was you.
And so we work,
and days blend together,
But can you blame us?

I think not.