Grind

Always comes and goes never stays that long but it’s always on my mind
Slow to say hello and quick to say goodbye so I’m always on this grind
And it’s so hard for me to know
And it’s so hard to let it go
No choice
I must begin
Golden handcuffs
They lock me in
I’m chasing my own tail
For pots of gold
In this barter
I am sold