Passing by a working city
I saw them sitting
Crying on how they're busy
With a card hanging
Around their neck
In different colours
Like a collar belt
I went a little near
Sat behind to hear
All their pains
From a distance
Didn't have a way
To solve the pickles
Some complained
For not living their life
Some complained
For losing all their likes
Being stuck in their
Well forced jobs
They praised the one
Who chose its wants
The one who still nodded its head
In disappointment
As it felt bad
For not loving the work anymore
How the wants turned into
Needs of its own
How the freedom to do
All the things it adored
Turned into the needs
Of how they ought
Self-opinions
Were stuck in a den
Blocked with the powers
Of the clients it delt
It could have been fine
With a least of its will
But the journey from wants
To need was still
A nightmare it ever wished to live
It praised the luck of those who can
Still love and revel all the things they yenned
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Journey To Needs...
PoetryHello to the adults and soon-to-be adults, who are figuring out their tough and complicated paths that can change their lives. A life where you want to fulfil your dreams but are well aware of your unaligned needs. Will you choose a career where you...
