Find Yourself

A Poem by Owlman

Another 2012 poem, some lines worked on, same general, poem.

Its the last drag of your cigarette,
the everlasting taste, of words not said.

We value time, and create around it.
Without clocks we find ourselves lost.

How did we survive,
before our nine to five?

Hustle and bustle man,
we gotta stay alive.

Punch that clock and work that work,
repetition is key to salvation.

We have lost ourselves,
and don't question why.

Does it not bother you,
How controlled you are?

Credit and taxes, opinions and politics,
they definitely take their share.

Live off the grid and become one with nature
Go 'n find your life, it's somewhere out there.

© 2014 Owlman

Author's Note

I taking any course on writing, but I do hope you enjoy what I post.
I have just been writing since 2001 or so,
If you want to review, by all means I will be honored,

I do not however need reviews about capitalization/spelling.
Thank you