That which we call work,
Who robs us of our lives,
Deluding us into believing,
That it is our life.
What a shame it is,
That we spend so much time,
Embracing such a thing,
While allowing our lives,
Through our fingers to slip,
Precious moments lost to time,
Never to return.
A curse upon civilized man,
A jealous and seductive mistress,
Green-eyed,
Controlling,
Enchanting,
Til we too late in life wake,
To find that too much is gone,
Too little left.
No peace in our souls,
No love in our hearts,
No flowers in our lives.
Only despair,
Loneliness,
and finally,
Mercifully,
Nothing...
[Listening to: Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson - Breakaway (03:09)]
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