This life must surely be a dream:
That I am a cog in a machine.
A tool in the workings of an economy,
Connected in the back and front, you see
I am a piece of lubed up machinery.

This cannot be our destiny:
To never walk the path, be free.
The work, the purpose, the pretending,
We grind the gears, never ending.
Refuse to be a tool of evil machinations.
Don’t lose the light despite the condemnation.

Know you will die and know this well:
At times this life might seem like hell.
Before you go, do not regret that
You won’t last, and they’ll forget
Your struggles, sweat and pain endured
And let the malice be so cured.

Published on Instagram 12/6/2019