In a subway, in a bike, walking or in a car

we go to work

to pay for our habits and love

we go to work, every single day

awake and without sense

we go to work, without a choice

happiness is on the other side, just one more shift

everyday, wishing for purpose

you see all those whose reality is caged by what they know

why are they here? 

They still have much to learn, come back to me, another day

and we come home, tired, to the greed of our snorting owners

there must be some purpose for I

all our youthful hopes, dreams and soul, vanished....

don't give up, don't give in

please, keep your goodness of heart and change to perfection as a rose blooming.