A Lost System
Shackles, dusty cobwebs collected at the back of my mind/
Bars erected everywhere, zombies walking aimlessly in their uniforms/
We spend years in captivity, a perennial sorrow adopted since instillation/
Warm afternoons and cold, sleepless nights/
Worn eyes, stressful faces camouflage into the grey, arid walls in what we consider cells/
Patiently waiting, studying, analyzing/
Artificial freedom provided so we can acutely comfort our loved ones during the off seasons/
They argue it’s a system installed into society for those who need to refine themselves so that they may become better people/
The purpose we know is a growing anachronism/
All we know is what we perceive to be the end where we reap the benefits of our menial labor and time served/
A lot system this truly is/
Souls counting down the days until those final days, and the final walk down that final straightaway/
As we embrace our cap and gowns and exchange congratulations/
Universal information and investments dry up like raisins in the Sun/
All the tears, temperaments, and talents, fall off like a leaf on that first day of autumn/
How bitter-sweet/
A lost system this truly is/