Time follows time and time follows time

Time follows time and time follows time and time
follows time. It is endless, 

One equals two and three more minutes and you're
dead. Castrated ambition cloaking my sense of belonging. 
The birds flap their wings but they are about
as free as fish in an aquarium. 

They proclaim liberty
only to ally themselves with servitude. The drinks get
drunk and the drunks get drenched. The bars stay open
later and later. 

Flapping signs blinking on and off that
never promise anything but escaping. Words jumble
onwards, words jumble onwards, words jumble onwards.
There is a same-ness to every single day. 

It begins to fuck with the mind and it is time we learn to think for
ourselves but we can't because the rent is due. We most continue to 
kow-tow to the man who writes the cheque. Laugh at his humour 
and sell the heart. Nothing is for free.

I find I am getting lazier by the day and the songs play but I
don't understand them anymore. So I smash the radio to the
ground and stomp it to death. Makes me feel I am in control
of my destiny. In a frenzied dash of energy I tire myself
into submission.
Now I have become a perfect citizen because
I question nothing and smile like a grinning jack-ass. 

The television is always on. That way I don't have to use my
imagination. I can drown with the rest of the sheep.....

stay alive.