Happiness?
Money?
It's hard to find a
Common ground.
Hard to find
Balance
On a line so thin.
Precariously
Teetering,
Bound to fall on
One side, or
The other.
Slave for hours
Days
Weeks
Years.
For what?
Money.
Or, you will fall
On the side of
Happiness.
Do what you
Dream.
However, for
Most of us,
That doesn't include
An income.
Maybe you like
Piercings,
Tattoos,
Hair dye.
Employers don't.
You are a
Circle, a
Triangle, a
Hexagon,
Trying to get to
The work force
Where only
Squares
Are welcome.
As much as
You want to
Remain true to yourself,
You change.
Take out your
Piercings,
Hide your
Tattoos,
Put your crazy
Hair dye
Back on the shelf
For now.
Redrawing yourself
Into that
Square
Society requires you
to be.
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 4:00 PM UTC
Happiness?
Money?
It's hard to find a
Common ground.
Hard to find
Balance
On a line so thin.
Precariously
Teetering,
Bound to fall on
One side, or
The other.
Slave for hours
Days
Weeks
Years.
For what?
Money.
Or, you will fall
On the side of
Happiness.
Do what you
Dream.
However, for
Most of us,
That doesn't include
An income.
Maybe you like
Piercings,
Tattoos,
Hair dye.
Employers don't.
You are a
Circle, a
Triangle, a
Hexagon,
Trying to get to
The work force
Where only
Squares
Are welcome.
As much as
You want to
Remain true to yourself,
You change.
Take out your
Piercings,
Hide your
Tattoos,
Put your crazy
Hair dye
Back on the shelf
For now.
Redrawing yourself
Into that
Square
Society requires you
to be.
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