Wasting Life
I woke up today or was it yesterday
I dress to leave like I did on Tuesday or was it Wednesday
I drive the mile to work or did I, I can't remember as I do it everyday
The lcd screen stares back it me for the next 8 hours
Life is like breathing but it hurts with the never ending fulitity
Your just part of the machine, invisible
Your hopes your dreams, just jokes to make god laugh
Your kids the next call centre fodder, or fries with that burger sir
Your an ant one in a trillion, your problem is you know it now
Copyright © Stephen Pennell | Year Posted 2016
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