29 June 2012
Life is a short trip,
But a long journey.
Who I was,
Who I try to be,
Isn't what they want.
They need a robot,
To follow commands,
And not question the consequence.
That will never be me.
I have my soul,
I have my conscience.
I'd like to keep them,
Safe from the corporate hell.
I'll become a "work me",
A whore for hire,
Who returns to the monastery at night,
To beg for forgiveness.
Becoming Me • Opuss № I