After a week of work, setting off on foot, with her tent on her back, my Mum texted me, asking me if she had to go back to work tomorrow: I replied straight away with “no”.

After further thought, and reflecting on the previous day spent with a former colleague, who also quit her job, sold her house to travel, and our conversations around work I then replied with this poem:

We trade our souls for security,

To be successful in society

We trade our souls, and get the job done

Pretending busy and stressed in fun

 

We moan and complain, but never think to change the game

But we are all secretly hoping tommorow will bring change

 

We trade our souls and give our lives away

We buy lots of toys to make up for the mistakes

 

We never have enough

There is nothing left to give

Hide my stuff

What is mine is not his

 

We trade our souls for security

We think we are happy in society

 

We trade our souls for security

Quick a new job, will bring me a better day

 

We pour in what we’ve got, and get very little back

And forget to notice when we’ve run out

 

We trade our souls for security

We have what others don’t- we should be happy

 

We trade our souls for security

We get 25 days holiday

 

We trade our souls for security

Let go, let god and find your way

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