Authored: March 16, 2017

The market economics are driven by the soulless
Day in and day out we make our way to work
This realm, this reality driven by the need for money
But are you happy? Am I happy?
Money doesn't make happiness
It simply inspires you to work harder for money.

I see inequality everywhere
The world is at dis-ease
A growing eclipse between the have and have nots
We work; we slave away
We trudge, we toil
We do not want to be there
We yearn for the weekend
Yet we are too stressed to enjoy those days of respite
Worn down by the dynamics of instability.

The soulless are often at the top of these workplaces
Their narcissistic solipsism feeds their ego
The powerless in life now have power over other people
Delegate pain, delegate clashes
Use tactics to cause competition between people
We are mice in a maze
And they are our masters.

I see those who break and say "Fuck it"
They withdraw and lose their place in the world
He sees the coming storm clouds
She sees the crimson scene playout
Breaking point.... a snap of mental bonds
The soulless laugh and judge
Their narcissistic ego stroked.

But that storm is coming
Rain.... it washes it all away
He opens his arms out to the incoming storm
She feels the first drops of an acrid tasting rain
The market economics shall fall from within
Will you be happy one day? Will I?

In time we will burn money in the very offices we worked at....