" Toil for Naught "

Do you see through me.
I stand as fore-runner.
A shadow of what may come.
What has past, yet may be.
Deviate now, from this path.
Come what may, stand to.
Let none force retreat.
For fear has kept my rath,
A butterfly, pinned, cannot fly.
So I fly not, where I would go.
Through ceilings of glass,
Where greed stands on high.
Toil by day, into night.
Bowed by labours evil weight,
Crushed in life's cog'ed drone.
What shadow gains, lost to sight,
Slave, labour, and retire soon.
At sunset, life's age slow the breath,
Heart beats skip, falter, stop.
The life you watered, now a dune,
To all this toil you gave.
Muscle, blood, sweat and tears,
Save what you can, tucked away.
After toil, comes the grave,
You can never spend what you save.