Pull up the sheets
and wish away the day.
Shut your eyes
and wish the world away.
There is no love left
in your menial,
pathetic,
drone parade.
Marching to and from the hive
you’re not even alive,
you’re just another name.
You’ve traded all your time for pay.
Money doesn’t change hands,
numbers don’t move on the page.
Just a bunch of ones and zeros
take your basic needs away.
You’re really just a well dressed slave.
Educated,
vetted by your captors
when they say;
you’re valued by the upper hierarchy.
From family,
to school,
to a professional degree;
part of you knows you were never free.
So this is why you recoil
from every morning,
it’s just not important.
Inside you are dying,
your mind is exploding,
you’re choking back tears,
your will is corroding.
The world was once vibrant colors,
now all of the edges are grey.
You can’t face that banal routine today
and wishing won’t make it all go away.
The whispers say,
it’ll have to be
the bullet of the blade.
Sever that umbilical cord,
face what has made you afraid.
It’s time to leave the hive,
all the bees are dying anyway.
Freedom is what seems insane
to a person who’s adopted their name
from a world that doesn’t feel their pain
at the start of every work day.
Detach,
unplug,
this world was never safe.
Everything you’ve known
has been a fake.
You know it by the way you cannot take
another step that way.
Simply from the womb
into the grave;
it doesn’t have to be this way.
HG – 2016
