Do not conform to the ways
‘The ways' are but a way to capture your spirit,
To break your heart,
To kill your soul.
The ways cause tears to run down my face,
In the dark,
In the light,
In the twilight.
For no matter what time of day it is nothing changes,
People go through the motions,
Like animals,
Like robots.
No one is willing to explore and enjoy life,
We don't live, we exist,
We just stroll through our lives,
Meaningless, pointless.
Work is everyone's first priority,
But why?
Isn't work supposed to be a way to pay for our lives?
Not the meaning for our lives...

Lenore Lee

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ways-of-life-3/