Commute

I rise; it is before the dawn I go and for protection a single prayer, if it be Gods will, I’ll make it there with all the other sheep in a row. I will find this day like all the rest the idol chats, the short coffee break, the endless meetings and all they take. A fight to strive to be my best. I put up a front, just a show. My pay for this is like a theft, it feeds the bank with little left. On Sunday a portion; to the plate I throw. I’ve lived this way for so long I’ve sold my life for a song.