That is death or something so close I cannot tell the difference

In this life we make decisions.  Decisions to go to a good college then to get a good job and then to make a lot of money as to buy a big enough house to hold your family that you should have tightening the shackles around your wrist.  We work and work to pay bills and more bills and for what...so they do not turn your power off or your internet.  Just this endless circle trying to play into a system that was designed for your destruction unless you are into the status quo of business makes the world go round. Money money money, that thing you must have in order to try to feed your kids or pay rent on a place that may be going up depending on if you live in an area that is being gentrified or renovated for the owner to make more money.  What kind of life is this to make money just to pay your bills and then to try and pay all of your other bills in order for you to be trapped and lulled into a false sense of freedom so the people do not stop to ask why.  Well I am here writing for the people to wake up from their sleep and wake with the thoughts of freedom that i live with all day and night. I write these things because they way it is now isnt working for me and I will not fall ill to the whims of Lady Capitalist because that is death or something so close I do not know the difference.