What do you,
want to be,
when you grow up?
Oh,
how I hated,
such a question.
As if,
simply by existing,
I choose,
to care about this,
system.
This,
intensely pointless,
existence.
One,
need only food,
water.
Why,
would I seek,
to work,
for another?
Why,
be this being,
which fights in wars?
Why,
do anything?
What,
is any of it,
for?
For,
I've yet to see,
reason.
Yet,
to be able to deem,
this a,
society at all.
Be it,
simply a business.
An,
intentionally useless external,
invention.
Done,
only so a few,
can be free,
within it.
Be not,
I one,
which exist as such.
If not,
for these sounds,
I've conjured up.
If not,
for genius.
Freedom.
Be it,
tethered to golden whispers.
Be me,
my simple little mind,
forever able to,
remember.
For,
man be free,
whilst tethered to,
the ability to eat.
To seek,
power that shall forever be present,
at the soul,
of one's feet.
To,
forever be present,
each second,
one breathes.
For,
in truth,
no man,
shall need,
society...
©yungb123
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