by Stefan Molyneux

Born a free soul
She reared to her father
Bowed to her husband
Flowed over her son.

Rising early and young, she had warmed the coffee
Over the only fire she knew
And woke her masters with gentle apologies
Averted eyes and downcast sighs.
A piece of perfect self-made plumbing.

The waters of her life disappeared
Without a murmur
Sure that in the sewers would be her reward.

One cold morning in a darkening room
When the angel of procrastination came
She fled toward her reward

And

Just before there was nothing left to find…
She found no banquet for the starved
No crown for the abdicated
And far, far too late she flailed in panic against
The chilling regret
Of quietly discharged atoms.

Stefan Molyneux is host of Freedomain Radio, the most popular philosophy show on the web and top ten finalist in the 2007 and 2008 podcast awards.