Time for work again.
Make money to stay alive.
In this cubicle the beauty outside has started to die.
Money is my boss.
I choose to quit my job today.
To do what I love, to be set free, to have money not control me
To walk the streets at any time of day, sleep in all day and be out all night
To pursue what I love like long hikes and studying bugs
To have the time to drop everything I’m doing and help out to a complete stranger
To take a nap in the middle of a park, to live of the charity of others
To bring a smile, even just clean the streets, to have a new hobby or occupation each day
No routine, no pattern, just go where the wind blows
To laugh at those who die in the pursuit of money
The trap that we all fall into
The snare of living in a mediocre life in hopes of a better one money can bring
Yet we work so hard and long we never get to see that day where we are satisfied with our pay
My dream is one that will change the world
To take the focus of the material things in life, to cast away daily strife
Quit your jobs, just say no, don’t go in, don’t even show
The dream job of all is to be a hobo.