I toil away everyday I rise in the early morn I feel my youth slip away And life away from me flow. I work like a mule I get paid like a dog I serve snakes Who think we are all cogs. And why do this? Why cut my life short? For Meaning? Boredom? Love? ItΒ΄s for freedom, freedom and nothing more. To break away from the machine To break out in my own path The hope of it keeps me alive As I toil my life day and night.
I tried something different with this one, both in subject and in format. I hope you folk enjoy it!