Truly one is born,
to play a role.
Wither you are a banker,
Artist,
Or a Fastfood cook.
Either one is finely to be done,
We each have something to do.
But I to be something greater than me,
More than your windows face and hand serving you burgers and fries.
I long to escape this foul cage of me and this building,
I want to be more.
To be greater, and so should you.
Too you can be better, to make better.
Change the world based on collected thoughts,
Make a better world,
A safer world,
A friendlier world,
But as I hand you the bag of burger and fries I only dream.
