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Thoughtless Souls

Stalks of humanity
Prowling the concrete jungle
keeping their lackluster sanity
in the forest of right angle.

Mindful of Time, Blank,
Forever walking the plank,
always checking their bank,
never creating their rank.

Work suffocating,
for it is not of their accord,
rank, forever waiting,
for money is not stored.

Spirit draining,
when our boss is reigning,
creativity waning,
we begin complaining.

The time to Rise is now,
For we are not a Cog,
it is time to be on the prow,
and to lift our internal fog.

You are more than enough,
that is no bluff,
but we must be tough,
and not drown in stuff.

Those who learn and fail,
are the wisest of us all,
so resist the bail,
stop being a thrawl.


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