My Days are occupied by meaningless tasks.
Staring at this blank computer screen,
I slowly develop these lifeless masks.
Living in small cubes of office walls.
I find my escape in the bathroom stalls.
This life that we call work.
Has caught us in reality’s pitfalls.
How did we end up here?
Born with dreams of growing up,
We lost our souls right there.
There are only seven days in a week.
Five days spent wasting our lives away.
Two days spent resting like the weak,
Just to keep working for this ****** pay.
There so much more for me to do.
There is so much I need to say…
But tomorrow is just another work day.