One day, she thought: “you’ll be able to solve the theory.”
Can one live a life without slaving away at one piece of paper or stacks of another?
Manager or CEO
Or be the one they call in for “the big guns”
Ending up in customer service calculating a total;
Or that button down boy in the lab breaking his back over some goddamn beakers.
Where does it stop?
If ones does not evolve with the ethics of our unethical society;
They are deemed unworthy and more often than not, damned to the streets.
So I, we, turn to
We’re all just paper chasers at the end of the day.