The Echos of Life

You work eight hours just to live four,

Counting the seconds as life feels like a chore.

Six days of labor for one day to unwind,

Yearning for peace that's hard to find.

You rush through meals in a quick fifteen,

Barely tasting the moments in between.

You lie in bed but sleep just five,

Wondering if this is truly being alive.

All year long, you work and wait,

For a brief escape from a relentless fate.

You dream of freedom in old age,

But life's a story that turns its page.

In moments of quiet, you start to reflect,

On the path you've walked, the choices unchecked.

Realizing life's a parody, a cruel disguise,

Where each day's a practice in saying goodbyes.

Material chains have bound you tight,

So familiar now, they're out of sight.

Social slavery, a subtle snare,

You've grown so used to, hardly aware.

Yet deep within, a truth does stir,

A voice that whispers, "There's more to occur."

Life is short, a fleeting chance,

To break the chains, to truly dance.

You long to live, to fully feel,

To find the joy that time might steal.

Not just survive, but embrace the light,

To seek what's real, to make it right.

In the end, you'll find your way.

Living each moment, come what may.

For in your heart, a fire still burns,

A longing for life that slowly returns.

So take a leap, break from the grind,

Live your life with peace in mind.

For life's journey, brief but bright,

And it's up to you to make it right.