Prayers rising, wishes spreading
Hands laboring, legs toiling
In this realm, all struggle to thrive
Rising up before the sun
And laying down long after the moon has taken her place.

It leaves a gravel taste in our mouths
Once we eat the bread of sorrow
but holds down our bellies with satisfaction
The process becomes an infinite loop
Until we sojourn to the great beyond
Where no traveler has ever returned from