Out of Time

Are we just servants? following, obeying, never really leading our own paths, just members of a worker community carrying out our orders for those that give them without question or hesitation, never stretching our minds beyond that of the task assigned us.

Our heads down meaningless, silent doers ensuring blocks that others design are laid to create foundations for other doers to continue the contribution of doing. Endless moulds designed for the sole purpose of making more doers for the so called leaders of men to control at the idle will.

The so called deciders for how we are supposed to live our little lives, the gods upon high almighty dictating a future for those with no voice, those silenced to prevent disharmony and revolution, to prevent the big machine with cogs so fragile from breaking down and disrupting the profit flow, the profit we never see or benefit from.

Maybe its time doers stopped doing. Allow our own revolution to blossom, nurture our own ideas, set our own alarm clock to our time that is so precious and should not be spent any other way than that to which you and I choose. It is our time and that time is now, stop doing and start living before the final deed is done and your left to wonder what the hell did you become.

Dont let your achievements be someone elses design, make your own mould, build your own home and choose to while away your hours with those who deserve your time.