Bonding

Thousands of people tire aimlessly
In desolate farms
Without pay, without work, without life
Cheating it with death
No future, no past, a present in hell
Ask a slave
He’ll tell you a bond is pain

Thousands of people cheat aimlessly
In plush offices
Conniving, metamorphosing and pleading
For that one signature
From a foolish spectator
Ask a businessman
A bond for him is just another pact

Thousands of people study aimlessly
In top notch labs
Thinking, imagining and discombobulating
The simple truths of life
Edging towards ultimate knowledge
Being the farthest of them all
Ask a scientist
The chemical nature of his bond will stun

Thousands of people love aimlessly
In secret corners
Holding, grasping and seeking
The magic of life in love
Seeing the obvious completely
Yet not seeing the truth at all
Ask a lover
He’ll tell you a bond is ecstasy undeserved

Thousands of people live aimlessly
In unrelenting beds
Giving up, giving in yet holding on again
To the last thread of life
Gasping in his last lap
Without grasping the others
Ask an old man
The bond of life is his excuse to live

Thousands of people write aimlessly
In creative atmospheres
Trying to configure what bonding is
Designed to confuse him
Ask me
We can only work, love and live
If there are no bonds in life.