A Rut
A scratch
Turns into a groove
Which becomes a rut
A guide for life
Learnt
So early
That the learning itself
Is forgotten
Just the path remains
A cycle
Of eternity
Stretching forward and backward
Towards infinity
Escape is possible
Only for those
Willing
To give up
Everything they ever knew
And every way
They learnt to know it
This poem is from the book Wage Slave, The Unpaid Overtime Edition