The Eidolon must arise
This fleshy body with pain and suffering.
It makes it so hard to realize
That there is more to this life.
The Daemon is there always
But so hard to access, I'm a drone
Doing mindless tasks, known as a number,
Because one cannot live without money.
When do we have the time
To re-humanize our lives?
Why must we struggle to repeat
Pointless tasks that mean nothing.
Society is faceless now
And soul-less. How do we rise above?
We can no longer live in the woods.
I would like to find that peace.