He had a voting card,
Which entitled him to press a button,
And pretend to decide the nation’s fate.
He had a driving license too.
The state recognized his right,
To drive to anywhere or nowhere.
They let him crush his time
Into the seat of his office chair,
And even paid him for it.
He played responsibility at home,
Joining the blocks of his wife’s happiness,
And making deposits on his children’s future.
No doubt he was an adult;
But the brambles from the seeds of a child’s dream,
Kept growing in his chest, and choked his soul.