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