Can I have a cup of finesse
Assuring success
Albeit many troubles,
Can I have a drop of progress,
Not a peak of regress
For I work double
The time, the shift,
The heirs that lift
Themselves to the top,
And give themselves,
A thought that they could be free,
Whoa, whoa how that could be me.
Is there any breath of life
In our souls?
Is there any point to our goals?
Or is it just a figment of our imagination,
Or a marking of our hesitation,
Making us shift
Our vibrations to negations?
Why don't we just value our possessions?
Can we have a day of peace,
No office politics,
No crimp in the crease.
Can we give a life to ourselves,
That we could draw
Our value from the shelf,
The bright idea, the soul amoeba
Of our cells cannot be ignored,
If creativity be in our genes,
Then what are we waiting for?
Is there any breath of life
In our souls?
Is there any point to our goals?
Or is it just a figment of our imagination,
Or a marking of our hesitation,
Making us shift
Our vibrations to negations?
Why don't we just value our possessions?
Time to play a different game,
Break out of the inhumane,
And give ourselves a little more freedom,
No, choice is not a treason,
But the essence of life.
Is there any breath of life
In our souls?
Is there any point to our goals?
Or is it just a figment of our imagination,
Or a marking of our hesitation,
Making us shift
Our vibrations to negations?
Why don't we just value our possessions?
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