I am a new –age slave
A slave!
Tired slave
Working my fingers to the bone
Fighting, clawing
Trying to hold back the rushing days
One day behind another
Trying to hold back the flowing years
Grasping at nothing but thin air
Throwing good use behind bad
Time, energy, money to the wind
What makes real I make myself
The winds of change am I, myself
I am a forever slave
Slave for life
Slave to impermanence
So long as I believe
That I can escape the passing of time
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