Social Label Poem by Madrason .

A career, it was never here
I've climbed the steep ladder
I've grown trough the years
and left behind my fears
no nears or fars, no jaguars
no Mercedes Benz has enhanced
or enhances my prosperity
I am the coastguard of an empty see
the desert has grown into me
bound to dry out and die
or become a tumbleweed
or some may say stay a Rose of Jericho
and thus I go forth by slightest wind
in the end I travel on Pneuma
and pause with my little feet
to catch root for some moments
where the Gods allow me to stay
to rest for a year or an Eon or
…….for just another day. M