Plight

His face is young
(There's sand in my feet, each speck)
His hands are old
(Each speck a different face)
The past is empty
(Pressure changing its shape, its direction)
Lime and cold
(Its purpose)

All the sweat
(As the sea tears away from the land)
On his back
(Mars burns black)
Grabs the dirt
(Each different)
Stains his shirt
(Different, separate)

Push all day
(All is changed)
Rest at night
(Nothing's changed)
Do some hobbies
(When the momentum stops, the machine will die)
Dream to forget
(For some reason, I don't know)