At the crack of dawn,

Anew I begin,

Toiling away my purpose in life,

More mundane and arbitrary tasks,

More aligned and strategic asks,

I break and grind,

I review and enlist,

The doing and toiling on a specific trajectory,

Life oh life oh here I am,

I try to fix and learn to frame,

It's today, it's tomorrow and forever it seems,

So toast and drink be merry and live,

For between the toil does rest exist?