whatareyouthinking

He makes a maze for runners
To race his world of sorts
Fixes the game against the broken
For he’s not for good sports

And watches them run about
Though few will move ahead
But trample on each other
Living like the living dead

I make you think
I am what
your life’s about
I make you want
the things
you can’t live without
You and me,
your friends
and family we flout
When they say
I’m running you
or raise any doubt…

Welcome to the Rat Race
Sold your soul for a piece of mine
But no one wins the Rat Race
For there is no finish line…

Some leap for laps of luxury
As static clings to status quo
The Jones’s, a moving target
Of power plays, or a fashion show

Not much time to wine and dine
For they’re always on his dime
Cameos to homes and lovers
Standing still in flying time

I make you think
I am what
your life’s about
I make you want
the things
you can’t live without
You and me
your friends
and family we flout
When they say
I’m running you
or raise your doubt

I am the Rat Race
Here’s your Rat Race salary
Give me eighty hours a week
And forty are for free

I’m the amount
that just amounts
to this amount
and nothing more
I make you think
you make it rich
but I just make
you poor

I AM THE RAT RACE!

© 2006 (August 14, 2006 @ 5:45 PM) by James “Xakk” Marshall