Entering The System Poem by Fluorescent Reality

What happens when you enter the system?
When do you get time to live?
How would one escape?
Who would one turn to?
Why? ... Why?

When work becomes my life,
And I move and lose all roots.
When an idea becomes a career,
When my jeans turn into suits.

A small town out of the country,
First for work then my home.
It would start off with Holland,
Then Paris, New York and Rome.

Can someone live without family?
Can someone live without friends?
When my life is a house and the bottle,
When my trust is with a box of pens.

I guess I will find out…