Who Do I Work For

Confusion ahead As I lay in my bed Pondering over thoughts Which make me choke Am I stuck in the cement of life Of rules, idiocrasies and strife Rules are put in place to create boundaries But boundaries were created over the centuries So does that make them right? Why are we under the spotlight? Under rule from monarchy Or so the government say With their forceful demands Forcing castles to be built on the sands The country is ready to fall Remind me again, Who do I work for?