Three Sighs To Get By

I woke up today
And it felt just like any other day
The usual pain down my spine
A reminder that everything will be fine
I packed my gear and went to my truck
Trying not to give too much of a fuck
Counting all my blessings
hoping not to run out of luck
Trying to forget how I'm now living
just a little above the poverty line
The threshold for good ole misery
We all know it, it's not a mistery
I tell myself it could always be worse
I could be a mule crossing the border
Chased by the feds on a steel horse
I could be one of those who can barely make a living working 3 jobs
With a wife screaming
With yet another child on the way
And no time left for breathing
As I close my eyes, I let out one sigh
I then gave a quick glance at the clouds in the sky
To let the dark thoughts pass me by
It's a struggle, a continuous fight
Between me, myself and I
When I reach my post with consternation
I see the other fools left out
forgotten by our great Nation and
so I let out a second sigh
shrugging this nagging need for procrastination
I know, It's a waste of precious time
I should be working towards
my own salvation
Instead, I let out a third sigh
pretending to feel happy that
I'm just barely getting by