a serf of duty

you beat your head against the stubborn wall
it does not matter and the long days fail
you seem to have no choice but weep or wail

you've kept your eye dead steady on the ball
paid no attention to the fools who rail
you beat your head against the stubborn wall

the years are passing and your force is small
nothing you do puts weight into the scale
or adds a puff of breeze to the slack sail
you beat your head against the stubborn wall