Working For A Living

Walking thru the glass
Calmly down the path
Learning skills that should help
Keep me alive
I see my effort is not needed

Thank you for your time
Thank you for wasting your life
We don't need anything you learned
As it means nothing to us
Go find something else to do

Fathers working to support us
People die to give us a chance
But are those deaths payed?
They are a waste
We can no longer find means to live

Why continue to study?
Why try to survive?
Am I even here?
Have I ever been alive?
Am I just someones imagination?

This is a game
All we are doing is playing
And eventually it will get boring
What will we do then?
The answer comes with death.