In a world that’s made for freedom it’s slavery we see

as we battle with consumption – the scourge of you and me.

It’s a consumerist society with its pretty bars of gold;

A monkey trap for all of us ‘cos we won’t release our hold.

A coconut with candy is all they need to use

to keep us clutching onto hope – the fear that we might lose.

So we sell our souls to slavery, to earn our daily bread

then as we do the daily grind, we wish that we were dead.

For there’s more to life than having a steady beating heart;

real life is in the rhythm and the joy that we call “art”.

It’s art that’s the expression of all we ought to be

if we could but break these shackles and let ourselves be free.

So tomorrow, when I wake up, I might just try to find

more beauty I can witness to open up my mind.