It’s grey today.
It’s grey again, today.
With sadness, we must begin our foray.
Pass a thousand faces.
All from different places.
The sole competitor in their own unique races.
Clock in, clock out.
Can’t help but feel the quiet doubt.
Something inside all but wants to let out a shout.
Is it a dream again?
Am I actually holding this ball point pen?
How can it only be fifteen past ten?
Tell me my name.
It all sounds the exact same.
Just another part of this sick, twisted game.
Hours may as well be days.
Trapped inside this horrific square maze.
Someone, oh God, please wake me from this nightmarish haze.
Is this really it?
Surely, this can’t be it.
Years and years of more of this mediocre shit?
Please wake me up from this dream.
I’m so much worse than I seem.
What did I do to deserve this empty life theme?
As the rain starts to fall.
And moving ever closer is each and every wall.
I wonder, “Is any of this really worth it at all?”
In this machine, I’m a meaningless cog.
My life a ship, stranded at sea in blinding fog.
“Baby, wake up! Will you please go let out the dog?!”