Slow down

Slow down, friend, you’ve worked fine
For endless months staying till nine,
And worked like a caged pet,
Whose health became his crazy bet.

All hoping to contribute much
To your new “home place” as of such
And please the rulers of that match,
Who are too far to be of touch.

But you will find no way to rest
In a society like wasp’s nest.
A test of will, a test of faith…
How have they called this crazy race?

And how did they explained to others
That they must now forget theirs brothers,
That they must be “devoted ones”
And thus become the Working Funs?

And thus to spend entire days
In office cells – this slavish place,
With no time to return to home,
With no will not to sign the form?

Slow down, friend, you’ve done your best
And thus have earned your rightful rest.
It was your last and final test –
To learn to do not always best.

To learn to choose the things that’s right,
To learn to make your person’s fight.
And trust me – you will not go down,
If you at once

Will
Just
Slow
Down.