Pressure

 

Slow down the ride. We want to stop

We’re sick of shooting to the top

Then plunging down and round and through

Until we don’t know what to do

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White men in a modern world

Can’t complain – Ha – that’s just absurd

The ‘privileged ones’ cannot complain

They can’t admit to feeling pain

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Pressure always to perform

Need to fit a societal norm

Keep the pace! No slacking allowed!

Must keep up with the madding crowd

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Bread winners keep the roof overhead

And so live each waking day in dread

Of failing to achieve that distant goal

And fear the consequential blow

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That one day the one cut loose is me

And then where will the family be?

Their carefree dreams and fun and games

Dashed away, gone up in flames

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In striving to rise above the pack

We make the rods to beat our back

These first world issues are our own construct

Yet will drive too many to self-destruct

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The choice is ours to balance the score

To live with less, and value more

There’s a life to live without the haste

Slow down, step off, and leave with grace.

Video: Queen – Under Pressure (sourced from You Tube)

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