9-5

My life is achingly boring

Go to bed at night and get up for work in the morning

Come home go to the gym, or drink then sleep until you do it again

I have patience but not for nonsense

Life shouldn’t be stripped of my own consent

9-5

Healthy vibes

Money wise

But look at the time

Months pass by

I have nothing to show but some numbers on a line

I miss my friends

I see them on my phone

Their drunken binge

While I lay at home all alone

Memories of helping a customer I don’t know

When can I help myself?

When will my life be under my control?

With the wage I get, I’ll never feel fulfilled

Never be able to take off work to

To do the things I will

I haven’t even been doing it that long

But I can’t fucking pretend

I can’t pretend I’m happy like the rest of you,

I conclude

I need adventure in the job I do

I need change and something new

I need my fun to improve

I don’t know how everyone lives their days as robots

Yes most of us have to to survive but it seems no one gets their hopes up

I love the job I have but because it’s not worse than the ones I’ve had

I’m not working with a passion so it’s pointless for my life’s unraveling

I can feel I’m not doing the deed I’m meant to

The days pass by

I have yet to let loose

I can’t imagine doing this for the rest of my life

I refuse to do this for the rest of my life

I’ll find a job that likes to compromise

Something creative that will put a sparkle in my eye

Why dread my daily lies

When I can make truth in my works

price

Money is nice

But it will never suffice if what I’m doing for it doesn’t bring out the lights

I won’t shine in 9-5’s darkness

So I won’t stop trying to find it