The Grind
—where purpose goes to die
Wake. Pour. Stir. Repeat.
You call it passion, but it’s deceit.
The calendar bleeds, the inbox grows,
You’re just a cog with fancy clothes.
Each morning hums that same refrain,
Refill. Perform. Reabsorb pain.
You chase the dream, you post the quote,
But deep inside? A trapped throat.
The flavor’s gone, the crema thin,
This isn’t drive, it’s discipline.
Your life is made of careful lies,
All ground fine and mechanized.
It isn’t purpose you pursue,
It’s motion. And it’s grinding you.
📜 The Grind – The Recipe
Ingredients:
- 1 oz Dark Roast Espresso (burnt and overworked, like you)
- 1 oz Blackstrap Molasses Syrup (bitterness pretending to be depth)
- 2 oz Hot Water (because dilution is modern survival)
- Garnish: None—raw effort isn’t pretty
Instructions:
Stir espresso and molasses syrup in a heavy mug.
Top with hot water to thin the truth.
Do not decorate. Do not explain.
Serve on a desk at 7:43 a.m. beside a to-do list written in fading ink.