A restless heart defeats the weary feet that wish to lay in uneasy asleep

Repeated every mundane day, work, eat, excrete sleep. Watching your only life deplete;
One night at a time with cheeks welded to your seat
But its easy; distractions are replete;
Satisfaction - that's a little harder to achieve.
Bereaved, knowing your living someone else's scheme. And your life's an reflection of someone else's greed
Yet you can still feed yourself
and you only need to see the TV to see people whose most basic need aren't met.
So why fret?
If your so lucky in the scheme of things
Then why dream of things
The free time to pursue  your interests
When your sitting behind that desk
With a tie round your neck
And an invisible ball and chain round your leg.

But tonight you seek a little transference, a defiant display of independence from Facebook and HBO, you leave the door without knowing really where to go.
You just ride on your bike
Leave the rest to your psyche