eco.logic.soul

What is work
But what we’re forced to do
In order to live
A life of convenience –
Comfort , security.
We work to pay for all this stuff –
This material junk
We’re told will make us happy, yet
We never have time to enjoy
Forgetting the simple pleasures –
The joys of a life in a world
Without all this stuff.

We spend our lives working
For power-hungry thieves
Of freedom, of life, of spirit
Oppressed and pressed to conform
Trained to believe, for example,
That happiness is buying
A new car that we’ll be bored of
Before we pay it off
And so the cycle continues
Weighed down – helpless, trapped.
Lugging around this ball and chain –
The debt and all this stuff.

Will we every break free?
Can we reprogram ourselves
To believe that our work
Can be more than being enslaved
Fulfilling the master’s
Self-serving ambitions
While our own dreams are confined
In our minds, safe and secure?
I hope to God I’m not the only
One here who wants to be free.
Our futures depend on this hope.
We can’t let it happen to us.