What a Life
An alarm clock wakes me each morning
a calendar shows me the day,
the barometer tells me the weather
and my car takes me on my way.
At work I am at my computer
with a coffee break in between,
I sit there all day asking questions
and the answers come up on the screen.
I don’t need to use my brain
no experiences to recall,
and it doesn’t respond to emotions
so I can do nothing at all.
Is this really the life I must lead
just to earn an adequate wage,
where imagination, reason and thought
belong to a different age.
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