Creation stagnation
survival supersedes satisfaction
Assessing this life
But can this be right?
Caught in the race
Don’t lose your place
Exist to create
Forced to stagnate
Generating wealth
Handed to someone else
Inured to the grind
Just killing time
Knaves are in charge
Line up or you starve
Many can’t feed
Nourishing greed
Obliged to partake
Perpetually, no break
Quest to find meaning
Repletion is fleeting
Survival the ambition
To creativity’s submission
Unable to break
Vile chains that they make
When you claw out some time
Xanadu wished to find
Yearning for some contentment
Zest for life, not resentment
About the Creator
Chris Walker
Fantasy/science fiction is my bread and butter, and I have been an avid reader of the genre for as long as I can remember. Inspired by the likes of R.A. Salavatore, Weiss/Hickman, and others, I think of my work as an homage to their legacy.
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