Led through life by breadcrumbs of twisted lies
Telling you tales to complete you:
Follow their plan, their path ill-advised;
Recommended route through your life to commute,
To conform to be molded, trained,
To be strained and ingrained;
Upskilled into managed expectations
That you’ll stick to your station:
Underpaid, overworked –
Demand a raise, watch them smirk;
You’ll keep playing their game
Till we all live the same.
Mindless marauding monotonous drones,
Used and untouched, left to find our own way;
Abused and unknown, the past becomes home,
Set in stone, all alone, all along.
You’re not meant to belong;
You’re just meant to be strong.
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