The Land of the Free

Oh how fortunate you must be
To live in the land of the free-quoth he
Nay, my friend it is never what it seems
It is not all sugar and candy, as in your dreams

Eight months of drudgery
Aspiration has been the death of me
I laugh at the teeming millions who follow
Tricked into leading a life that is so foreign and hollow

Ironic it is indeed that now I yearn
For something that my money shall never earn
That which had forever dwelt in my heart
Until such a time when I chose to part

Pain is a curse thine prayers shall bring as a blessing
Sardonic indeed are His ways of redeeming
Pleasure is in this wretched pain, I say to thee
This is but the only way into the world that is truly free