Bitter sweet, no more peace

are born naive, watching leaves

flutter down, through the trees

there's no more trees, only paper

paper, work 8 hours...

for that paper. 

Go to college; for that paper

socializing becomes networking, for that paper

play becomes competition, for that paper

rest becomes guilt, for that paper

paper becomes freedom, expression, the ability to cultivate,

paper becomes learning

paper becomes comfort

food for my future children