The days go by

The days go by with misery and sighs,
the days go by with no happiness,
but with no joy and just fragility and empty minds,
empty minds under the greyest of skies,
just trying to push the clouds away,
but finding it an uphill climb,
and with life just a repetition,
and with such dismay upon our faces,
as if sat upon a bleak,
and windswept and stormy mountainside,
the days go by with misery and sighs,
the days go by with no happiness,
and slowly working all hours,
working all hours,
not seeing anything else,
apart from the daily grind,
yes, the days go by,
with no time for friends and family and mostly alone,
and with an emptiness in one’s eyes,
yes, the days go by,
with nothing to write home about,
nothing of interest,
just a bleakness,
just a boring rigidity,
and mostly a total waste of time,
yes, the days go by,
and they are not very fulfilling,
but I wish for better days,
because if not I am likely to lose my mind,
likely to lose my mind,
likely to lose my life,
far earlier than I should,
oh, the depravity of modern society that breaks you down,
and makes you frown,
and really what is the purpose, of all this wasted time?
What is its reason, what is it?
A stupidity,
an insanity,
a pointless exercise that does not advance human kind.