WanderLost

Get a career,

Decide all your life;

You may be fifteen,

But choose wisely your strife.

 

Options in bloom,

Growing our new slaves;

Greenhouse of the gods,

Nurtured just to fill graves.

 

Suck down these lies,

Direct from our teat;

When the tap runs dry,

We’ll just sell you for meat.

 

Blaze trails, explode,

Demolish systems;

Settle for nothing

Until someone listens.

 

The world, giant,

Need coins to see it;

In case that we learn

They’ve broken their remit.

 

Time marches on

As you ponder the past;

Just gather their gold,

Let us wander at last.

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