Wednesday, April 27, 2011

A poem/song I wrote about my working days




Home from work but still not free



My mind has just been wringed out



Of its juices



They’ve been used to produce some more inane shit



Ladies and gentlemen this is not what I call happiness



Is it so blasphemous to want to do something besides



Stare at this square screen



type away at robot speed



All the while daydreaming



Of another life and time



And then you wonder why



we have to pop



3 pills a day and 4 cups of coffee



The combination sounds to me like a recipe for failure



Of the soul to elevate out of its meager means



And yet it’s the way of life in which we believe



Security is easier than facing uncertainty



And stagnancy is better than risking rejection



So we work ourselves to the bone



Day in and day out



and at night when the sun sleeps



we still feel we’ve done nothing



“when the sun sleeps”



what about the people, what about the people



what about the heart, what about the heart



the soul is slowly dying, dying



drowning in the drone



the everyday drone



drowning in the drone









Theres been a fuse



The resistors acting up cuz my mind has been abused



From serving the man all day



Between that and sleep when do I have



The time to be with me



Finally



At the dead of night, here I am again



Mind hollow eyes sunken



Fingers limp and weak



Wondering what to write about



What to say unique



It’s a project I wish I could take



a path that’s seldom taken



Conventional society tells you there’s no contribution



A waste of time when you could be



Developing machinery



To further estrange, derange



And diminish our place



in the man vs. machine debate



but creating monsters of illusion is worthwhile to infuse consumer



egos and corporations pockets



intent only on profits



how to live beyond the dollar



it seems everyones forgotten









what about the people, what about the people



what about the heart, what about the heart



the soul is slowly dying, dying



drowning in the drone



the everyday drone



drowning in the drone















I get up for air for a minute



And its in it that I realize



im only at the beginning



of reaching a deep potential



a barren land to get cultivated in soul



Multiplying and inspiring



us mere mortals



Capable of so much more



And yet expended for a few



extra dollars for a slew



of already rich dudes



Sacrificing lives to serve the wannabe kings



Instead of expressing and being, giving,receiving



Seeing deep within



connecting with ourselves



And what gives us reason to survive



Is all hope gone for a better life



As we get more hypnotized



By happiness in future days



As we lose ourselves today









what about the people, what about the people



what about the heart, what about the heart



the soul is slowly dying, dying



drowning in the drone



the everyday drone



drowning in the drone