The Life On a Conveyor Belt

I’m on a conveyor belt! Get me off this conveyor belt! 
I hate living a life of deprive.
Every day is the same, morning roads are unchanged, 
And at work I’m not even alive.

See, I’m subdued, I’m detached, isolated from fun,
The fun of owning the happy and kind,
Instead, it’s the same, same words and same game, 
Now I know that I am losing my mind.

Jump, roll and run, I’ll escape this treadmill of hell
Jump off and run to the free.
Be free of the time, artificial dull time, 
And swim through the beautiful sea.

Yes, now my life is free of convey, not stuck to a time, 
Not preparing to exist as a dead.
Because I can soar with the birds, then write beautiful words,
And do it all up in my head.

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