Lament of a Worker

Expecting, waiting but it's coming slow,
Winding it's way along hills high and low,
It's engine is slow,
And i think i'll just go,
Mad if I stay here just waiting some more.

Desiring it all but really wanting nothing,
Fussing and messing but no accomplishing,
Twisting it, turning it watching and looking,
Waiting and working but it's just not coming!

What is the point of this whole rigmarole?

We stay here for a few years and then we are bones,

And in that time why can't we live life and go

On in peace to the otherside, and to evermore?

Instead we have this whole tedious process,

You wake up you work till your whole life's a workplace,

You sell your soul and your pride to the thing they call Trade,

Oh what a MONSTER these humans have made!