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.