After a tiresome toil, for two years I’ve slaved.
Becoming nothing,
Bow to a vacant audience from an unforgiving stage.
What an age.
What has been done?
What has been taken away?
What can be saved?
I leave today.
What’s in a name; passion, and work-a career and pay.
Walk away and don’t look back.
Grow to be sane.
I look up and forward happily.
Their only action is to react with dismay.
We prosper or perish in few ways: move up, move on, and excel, or do nothing and stay.
