Falling down and falling out-
Part of growing up.
Remember how you used to think
Enough was not enough?
Fueled by the fire of having to much,
Everything seems to turn on this
Then the idea stuck
Well you could roll like a river
Into the dirty sea
Or you could swim upstream with me.
You landed more than just a job,
Got the rest thrown in for free,
A world of compromises,
Lies, the whole mentality.
Turn aroud and face the flow,
Start to swim.
The deeper they dig the hole
The more of us fall in.
Every door they open
Leads to another door.
The good worker never gets what his dying for.
And we all walk blindly down the well
Worn way. T
He slavedriver rules with the
Collusion of the slaves..
Well you could roll like a river….