A New Age

R. L. Pt. V of X

At twenty years old you’re out on your own
Just trying to get by, and the destiny you once had
Seems like just another one of your fads
As life continues to go on anyway,
Slowly turning your days away.
And life has you captured working like dogs
In factory fogs and chopping down logs
Everyday and we’re just sick of it all.
Working like sheep to feed the herders.
We get the grass while they get the numbers.
As we line up in suits, in bunkers they’ll put us
Raising cities we’ve never heard of
Oh when will the cruelty be rid of?