I'm the drone that flew away
from the instinctual imperative
of the hive
Doing the same old same ole
just to survive
wasn't how I was going to
circumnavigate my life
I had a comfy job
with a golden parachute pension
But money don't mean a thing
when you got a lot of internal dissension
Walked away from the condo
and the two luxury cars
Which brought tears to my model class wife
Was a material witness
to a systemic breakdown
Sometimes you have to be brought low,
before you can soar into the clouds
Yes, I'm that drone who flew far away,
away from the maddening crowd
The ones who're conditioned
to run the rat race
I wish them well,
but there's nothing
you can offer me
to take their place

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