Three long score have I stumbled forward in vain
Weighed down by indifference and mediocrity
Adrift in the glare of self pity and inactivity
A mechanical being devoid of sympathy
Squinting in the bright light of drudgery and gain
Pushing forward to avoid the task master's disdain
Adjusting here some grease there no big deal
Powering the load like some cog in the system's wheel
With rounded teeth chipped from the strain
A precision component with a heart of steel
No room for tears no room to feel
Wakened from this nightmare I put the paradigm to rest
Twisting this reality inside out I try my best
To return to the living and Love before it is too late
And smile again and try to relate
Only to realize the mud of Woodstock still squishes between my toes.
Christopher Cole www.geocities.com/closerssong/homepage.html

Christopher,
Thank you for expressing my feelings and thoughts so well.