Purgatory

Stuck in purgatory behind a desk Staring at this washed out screen A keyboard jockey can’t be my best Is this all that my life will mean Tapping out such meaningless text Like a modern zombie in a tie Everyday I get even more vexed If this is life then I want to die The fluorescent light sallow my skin The screens I stare at deaden my eyes Surely this kind of punishment is sin This is cannot be the way of the wise My spirit clamours so deep within Trying to get out of this office hell Its shouts become a wailing violin For some creativity it doth yell Where here is the beauty of life No colours, no sounds and no smell Being here is to my heart a knife If feel like my soul is roasting hell