Sit around
Ya start to think
What this world, means to me
'9-5's, clock in- check out'
Day dream ways, of breaking out
Climb so tall, just to take the fall
But we
Crawl so far, just to hate it all
Sit and wonder
Is there all that is?
A waking nightmare of
'What has been'
A lack of meaning
No passionate thrive
Completely lost
'What's happiness like?'
What's the point to all of this? work, just to exist?