Repetition gleans the joy from our work and forces despair into our sorrows.
We're born;
we work to make something of our lives;
then we work to sustain our lives.  
No choice is given to us.  If we wish to survive, we must work.
We are given the illusion of freedom.  
Our rights say that we are
free to speak, and they guarantee
the right to the pursuit of happiness,
but our fates are decided from the moment of our birth.  
“You will go to school. You will get a job. You will start a family.”
Even the ones who speak against
conformity play into this, the greatest conformist act of them all.  
The world appears to be ignorant of the suffering and destruction this has caused.  
People everywhere
hate
their jobs but refuse to quit because they would have no means of supporting themselves.  
We are tested on only six subjects
as if they could encompass the genius of us all.