Freedom

I'm a slave who gets paid hourly,
Working til I die.
We are all slaves to the system
Open your damn eyes.
We cry about bills,
We hate our jobs.
Doing anything to "get by"
Yet we all feel lost.
So used to the idea of working til you die,
You're forgetting how to live.
Living for the weekends,
48 hours of freedom.
Free is what "you are",
Free you will never be.
The system will never be kind to you or me.

Reviews

[Bryad Polis Valentino]

I'm actually lost within a dream, alone, and cannot interfere directly with the other world, only indirectly. I don't think you'd like it here either. Good thoughts and work though.

[Paige]

Sometimes I feel like I'm living in a dream. And thank you.😊

[Bryad Polis Valentino]

You're welcome. You should also develop some investigational skills. Some insight would serve one such as you well.