Dreams vs. Greed
Mindless bodies lacking souls
Knowing nothing of themselves
Every year they roam these halls
With uniforms fresh off their shelves
Neatly-pressed and buttoned-down
Social status is their prize
Hidden anger, hidden frowns
Hidden deep within their eyes
Endless games of cat and mouse
Never knowing who they are
They brag of money and their house
And how their dad's bought them a car
But emptiness is deep inside
Never finding what they need
So in their money they shall hide
When dreams are swallowed up by greed.