Slowly I am suffocating
In hours and days
That can never be caught
Again, except in the shutter
Of my mind

Endless monotony and routine
Loop round, hours I miss
Valuable experience, replaced by
Hard word. No

Fun or fantasy. I am
Earning my place as an
Upstanding citizen of a
Plan I have no voice in.

I want to break the loop
Of week out week out
I want. I want. I want
A civilization of
Three year olds selling their
Soul for paper and copper

What a waste
Trapped in the prison of routine
Each throws a tantrum
And demands their world
Is the most important

But it is the only one
They can see. Between
Eyes, there is no
Depth perception