The Handyman#90s#rock#grunge

The world awakens quietly today and moves as if waiting for someone's signal "Come here for a moment" "Fix this here" The ringing calls summon me, I don my oil-stained work clothes and head to the rusty site "Thanks for your help" I'm handed a few coins and a light compliment Everyone watches the glamorous stage and praises the star in the spotlight But they don't even look at the crooked floor or the creaking foundation beneath their feet Deep inside the clogged pipes of the intricate network of infrastructure My job is to restore the blood flow to normal Someone says I'm a handyman Just a stand-in, a convenient cog in the machine But nobody notices Who is tightening the screws in this city The moment I turn the wrench the world starts turning again In the late-night office, the building is empty, the fans of the cold servers spin, I can change a blown fuse and tomorrow's big money will start moving again, I don't care about the aesthetics of working behind the scenes, I just can't stand the rattle in front of me, my pride is in the toolbox, a dull light that no one sees If I were to pull my hand all at once, this civilization would come to a standstill, the elevators would stop, the lights would go out, and everyday life would crumble like sand Someone says I'm a handyman, that I'm just a cheap, useless existence, but I know the real truth, who is holding up the orbit of this planet, and every time I reconnect the system, the future starts again The smell of royal oil and iron pride behind the scenes that no one knows, someone says I'm a handyman, but in reality I'm the one who makes the world turn, the sound of the clock hands ticking is the same as my heartbeat