It’s not a dream it’s a delusion. One that we’re encouraged to maintain To look up when times are troublesome That one day they won’t be One day we’ll get to live in a house Overlooking a lake With a beautiful wife That relaxation is in our future And each night After the horrors of the morning The three extra hours or working The customers The boss The colleagues We dream of this world We escape into it Our foolishness covers our eyes Deprives us of the ability to see the truth And turns our dreams into delusions What chance have you Of competing with the multinational? Of competing with those who have inherited wealth Or land Or connections and contacts? Do you truly think that you can work hard And achieve this thing This dream of yours? There is such limited land on which to live And most of it has already been claimed And the ones who own it Aren’t going to give it up easily Who are you to take it? A tiresome cog in a wheel Why not sell to the machine Work as much as you like As long as you like As hard a you like A cog will never compete with a machine Neither will you compete on this market Delusions are the tools of the powerful Like oil in a machine That keeps the cogs running Until they’re burnt out and useless And replaced Then you might get a home One that you are thrown into And your delusion will fade And your dream will become reality Then your dream will become a nightmare Looking around you will realise This is what you were working towards Your entire life A home for a cog.