Even in pain, Carry on

I do not look up to anything
I find no excitement and no flow
I keep on doing with heavy breathing
And my spirits are so slow

What may be the reason I wonder
I think its not tough to find out
I look in my thoughts and ponder
Reason is I am wounded in my heart

Its a sad feeling but I cant stop working ---- consider break the dot
No matter how badly I am bleeding
These are the ways of the world and you need to adapt
There is no point in pleading

Get back to work says mind
There is a constant war on
I tell my heart to be kind
Suffering is optional and carry on