Wake up,eat,work, sleep
Reproduce and die
You see
No one makes it out alive
No one makes it on the other side
Once you get one job
You get the taste of what is to make money
You soon realize 6 month in a 9-5 isn't for you
You once had dreams and goals
You'd much rather pursue
But then you see you parents eyes and they've already financially clocked out
Now money is imminent for survival
So you work and work
And the once bright spirited teen
Is dead inside
Stripped of all creativity
Bleeding to keep these corporations alive
You no longer wish to be an artist an actor or a great musician
You now just want riches
But you realize you don't have what it takes
And the only reason you want riches is because you miss the freedom
You miss the wonderment, the imagination, and creativity childhood brings
Now your just a small tool
In a massive machine
You must Remember who you are
Or die while breathing