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.

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