Trapped in a cubicle, day in and day out, Feeling like a caged bird, with nowhere to scout. The humdrum of the office, a tedious grind, Where creativity and passion, are left far behind.
The ticking of the clock, a constant drone, Counting down the minutes, till we're alone. The fluorescent lights, a constant glare, Making our eyes weary, and our moods, impair.
The endless meetings, and the pointless tasks, A never-ending cycle, that forever lasts. The politics and bureaucracy, a constant fray, Making our jobs, a constant dismay.
We sit for hours, staring at a screen, Our backs and necks, in constant spleen. The sedentary lifestyle, takes its toll, Leaving us feeling, exhausted and old.
The office, a place where dreams go to die, Where ambition is stifled, and creativity, a lie. A place where we're trapped, day in and day out, Wishing for freedom, and a way to get out.