up all night,
working on last minute touches,
for the exam of life.
alone again between four walls
neglecting the world beyond
to pass,
the seconds productively
with no time
for happiness because,
Hard work and direction
Blood, sweat and tears
that's what leads to the future.
the Successful years.
the years of your career,
working life to the full,
selling your soul
for those that exploit you.
take your needs and your rights,
repackaging your life,
as an object
of desire to be earned
to make you a success,
when truly
it only makes you human.
oh you don't realise
we are more
than our productivity,
our money, our prosperity.
it is not what they told you.
it is not the peak
rising from a mountain
of failure.
it is beautiful
shining bright
in us all.
in the flap of a birds wing,
the love of your kin.
in the kiss of your mother
and the touch of a lover.
it's in your hopes and,
your dreams
to break free
of your chains.
it's in the flow of your pen
in your words and your way
it's in your hands now
and it's so much more than today.
