We work and toil for useless things
yet never more for our imaginings
Of hope and dreams did passion die
yet truer things shall never lie
Of one small thing I am most sure
following the crowd is not the cure
New lands are discovered not by followers
but by fearless men, adventurers and explorers
The world will force you to conform
But this is when you must be firm
For all of them are sheep and blind
With cotton candies for their mind
So fight for what you believe in
Do what you always love
Love only those you mean to
and never be sorry for all of the above
One day the world will see
Things shouldn’t be the way it is now
But selfishness, greed, and pride abound
And so we get suffering, round and round
But one day they shall see
when that day comes
we shall work and toil no more
for money as a construct would have ceased to exist