Unhappy or Homeless
Staring down the barrel of a hard day's work
As inhuman as it seems, this rat-race non-reality
Never quite aware of what might be in store
If I jumped the fence I'd probably hit the floor
This fealty can be so sickening
And there's nothing on my plate
No time for me to eat it in
When do we get a break?
Do we ever get a break?
Maybe I'll jump the fence today
Maybe I'll finally "lose my way"
Maybe I'll punch that card straight in the face
Maybe I'll finally break
The reality is so simple
Their formality is so fickle
But I'm not ready to stop this
I just want to get away
I'd almost be willing to drop it
If they'd let me go astray
But what lies on the other side?
Starvation and retention of pride?
Inspiration or a sudden decline?
I just can't decide when I should bother to cross that line