Faded Dreams

 

Nine to five,

This is the life

I prayed I’d never lead.

 

Behind the computer I sit,

Thoughts of the suicide I’ll commit

Just to watch myself bleed.

 

I’ve succumb to the daily stream,

Been sucked into a dreaded routine,

Feels like an evil sin.

 

“Help!” I shout,

desperate for a way out,

this cubicle has trapped me in.

 

Three piece suit,

Armani shoes,

Straight off the Macy’s rack.

 

Around my neck, a steel blue tie,

Triangular tip stretched towards the sky,

My body hangs crooked and slack.

 

Now my body and soul have died,

Along with my dreams and my pride,

I can’t face another day.

 

Financial security

Is now the future I see,

But what a price to pay.

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[East of Eden]

Financial security

Is now the future I see,

But what a price to pay.

brilliant! a warning and a slap in the face to the most generic people on earth, but with compassion for wanting them to change their lives. good write!