Post by Joe on Sept 27, 2006 12:59:36 GMT -5
Revolving doors
Pushing with exerted force from the tired weak arms in the pursuit of the never-ending dream
The one that you are ripped from your sleep by the rape of the buzzing alarm clock
The dream you never went to sleep to have but to escape from for a brief time
That dream you where implanted with as a child
And the one you still buy into when your winter years come
Still pushing that door as you go round and round looking past the Perspex
Gaining that tantalising glimpse of the better life promised for the dreamer to push ever harder
Can you see that you are on the mouse wheel of the game?
Only it has moved to be vertical as you chase the consumer sweet smelling golden cheese
This is the dream you bought into as a child and pursue to the grave
Your plans of what you can do when you retire from the revolving door you press with callused palms
The self inflicted beast of burden that you have gratefully and so proudly become
Press so hard that it distracts you from what you could have if you just stopped
Stopped and got off the eternally revolving doors and stepped outside on the lush green grass
Walk the path that you innately desire without the synthetic lifestyle you are conditioned to crave
When that day comes and the work is done, work you never wanted or required
The life that became yours was the one you got while you waited for yours to start
You ran blinkered like the racehorse carrying the corporation on your back
Put out to pasture with your hand shake and golden clock
Smile the smile of the fool as they shake your hand and take your picture
Framed on the wall is the sucker of the month for all to see with envious eyes as you put on your smile
All that time you had dreamed the dream of another’s goal and spent your toil on his empire
Never even doubted that the dream was not your own as you raised the Cuckoo egg laid in your nest
You raised that dream and brought it up as your own and smiled proud as it flew your nest
The never ending smile of the fooled parent that they had made that dream come true
True is the fact that the dream you worked so hard for was nothing more than a nightmare
A nightmare is the reality that you never got to see what your dreams could have been
If only you could take the blindfold off and step off the door and walk barefoot in the lush green grass
That grass was always yours to walk upon by right and walk your living dream in the golden sunshine
To late, their dream is yours welcome to the rat race
Put your golden clock on the fire place with pride you did it all and never complained
No sick days for that extra day off a year and a smile from the boss dreaming the same dream
Buying into the same nightmare, till the dreamer is replaced by a new cog in the wheel
Welcome to the living nightmare of the working life
The last sane action in an insane world that you helped to create for your children
Congratulations on your retirement.
Pushing with exerted force from the tired weak arms in the pursuit of the never-ending dream
The one that you are ripped from your sleep by the rape of the buzzing alarm clock
The dream you never went to sleep to have but to escape from for a brief time
That dream you where implanted with as a child
And the one you still buy into when your winter years come
Still pushing that door as you go round and round looking past the Perspex
Gaining that tantalising glimpse of the better life promised for the dreamer to push ever harder
Can you see that you are on the mouse wheel of the game?
Only it has moved to be vertical as you chase the consumer sweet smelling golden cheese
This is the dream you bought into as a child and pursue to the grave
Your plans of what you can do when you retire from the revolving door you press with callused palms
The self inflicted beast of burden that you have gratefully and so proudly become
Press so hard that it distracts you from what you could have if you just stopped
Stopped and got off the eternally revolving doors and stepped outside on the lush green grass
Walk the path that you innately desire without the synthetic lifestyle you are conditioned to crave
When that day comes and the work is done, work you never wanted or required
The life that became yours was the one you got while you waited for yours to start
You ran blinkered like the racehorse carrying the corporation on your back
Put out to pasture with your hand shake and golden clock
Smile the smile of the fool as they shake your hand and take your picture
Framed on the wall is the sucker of the month for all to see with envious eyes as you put on your smile
All that time you had dreamed the dream of another’s goal and spent your toil on his empire
Never even doubted that the dream was not your own as you raised the Cuckoo egg laid in your nest
You raised that dream and brought it up as your own and smiled proud as it flew your nest
The never ending smile of the fooled parent that they had made that dream come true
True is the fact that the dream you worked so hard for was nothing more than a nightmare
A nightmare is the reality that you never got to see what your dreams could have been
If only you could take the blindfold off and step off the door and walk barefoot in the lush green grass
That grass was always yours to walk upon by right and walk your living dream in the golden sunshine
To late, their dream is yours welcome to the rat race
Put your golden clock on the fire place with pride you did it all and never complained
No sick days for that extra day off a year and a smile from the boss dreaming the same dream
Buying into the same nightmare, till the dreamer is replaced by a new cog in the wheel
Welcome to the living nightmare of the working life
The last sane action in an insane world that you helped to create for your children
Congratulations on your retirement.