I wish I could write epic saga's like the great men of stories old,
Shakespeare, Milton and Chaucer, their footprints left in bold.
Maybe if I were them, I could make people take notice,
That there is more to the beauty of this world than filling daily quotas
How frivolous it must be to stare at a machine or a wall,
And not wonder about anything, nothing at all.
I speak not of the disabled, challenged or oppressed,
For they wage different wars, of which I cannot contest.