Living in this society of drones
8 hours and I get to return home
Who made this s*** up anyway
Why is everything about the pay
Barely hanging on to my sanity
Wishing God would reach down and rescue me
From the drudgery that is my everyday job…
The thief in the night who comes to rob
My joy, my happiness, my peace of mind
Feels like something that I left behind
when I made the decision to work for the dollar
instead of becoming a life scholar
following Him at every turn
Opening my eyes to what He wants me to learn
Welcoming in possibility and adventure
Stop living this life of sacrifice and indenture
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