life

We slave away for money until we die then think back and wonder why.. We traded our time for paper with ink instead of spending time with those we meet.. We value material items over time just find out it wasnt right .. will we break the cycle or stay incomplete living in this government Fantasy. Chasing the world, ignoring the clock, Blind to the bonds that slowly unlock. Material riches, a fleeting delight, Only to find it was never quite right. Will we break free, rewrite our fate, Or stay asleep in a dream they create Lost in the cycle, stuck on repeat, Living a lie an feeling incomplete