Society a hitcher

I have sold my soul for a piece of bread and a soft bed 

A modern world of dread traded for a roof over head

I gave society the wheel as part of the deal in destiny's hand I reel

A passenger on my ride, laziness my guide, a few winks I steal

Drowsing, from slumber I awake, no way to brake, nothing real

A map faded, birthright traded, abandoned roadside, pottage my meal

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Rough-edged and relentless—this hits like the grind itself, baring a soul bruised by barter.
There’s honesty in your weariness, a kind of beauty in the shame and survival.

[Soren]

Thanks Thomas Your words are most encouraging and I appreciate your support my friend

[Desert Knave]

I have given society the wheel more and more as I've gotten older. Enjoyed both the message and the rhyme here. ~Jim

[Soren]

Thank you Jim for the read and comment it is most appreciated. I am afraid we all do sometimes held hostage at gun point.