I will tell you about a nightmare,
I will paint a picture for you,
sitting in a cubicle with a blank stare,
add the yearning for something new.
The light from the monitor hits me,
watch the screen load and the day begins,
the sound of people clicking a,b,c,
people on call talking about strings.
I can see time struggling beside me,
get it, I am killing time,
how much longer, time ignores my plea,
this is how I am spending my prime.
Close my ears with music and open my eyes,
I see the lines of code,
I see myself drowning in my lies,
I hate that I am perpetually bored.
It's winter, the cold is biting,
the blues are calling but you are still fighting,
everyday I live the same morning,
thinking of the time I am losing.
I am stuck in the present,
time is refusing to move forward,
a prisoner of it's torment,
blending into this colorless world.
And now I am here lost in my seat,
can't help but think,
my song is stuck on repeat.