Over and over again
Life is just the same
Prometheus schooled for years,
So that he may be able to contribute the fire in his mind to society
He writes life down on a paper,
Prints the pages, and sells the book
But in return for his gift he gets chained to the rock of creativity
They only want more and everyday it’s the same
He tries to reach his mind again
But there is nothing there
Day after day, meeting after meeting
They peck at his soul for another story, for more life
He cannot give them what they want
Every night, he drinks his sorrows away
His mind is not his anymore
And the alcohol destroys his liver
One thing can save him now
A retired man can break the chains
Leave it all and he may be free
Or stay contained to the rock forever
