Automaton

Every day,
Work some
Earn some
Spend some,
Save.....nothing.
What a drudge
Bear a grudge,
How long will you listen
To the song of the City,
Breathe it's fumes, and
Peer at faces that show no pity.
Cry! realise, you're just small fry.

Walk to the edge
Remove the wedge
Get out of there
Listen!  nature's calling
Ease the strain
Re-set the brain
Play some
Rest Some
Lie... in fields of green
Live life outside the seams
Dare to dream.

©Kris Prevel
   re-worked 14.09.2016