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Not too much to say,
As I bleed away my days,
Trapped in my cubicle.
Co-workers chatting,
Talking about whatever comes to mind,
Killing their time freely.
So tired of all the bitching,
Just put in your time with your mouths shut.
Only looking forward to death,
Living our lives as ghosts,
The almighty dollar strangles and chokes,
Making us lifeless drones staring into the void.
We did this to ourselves,
Now we do what we must to survive,
Buying in to the illusion.
Break free from the self-inflicted pain,
Detach ourselves from the delusion,
Open ourselves to the universe.
Time and life are sacred
Materialism devalues all,
We must free ourselves.
All moments are fleeting,
Good or bad, it too shall pass,
And we shall all go back to ashes.