Life in a Cubicle Cage

Another day, another dime,

Stuck in this routine grind.

Clock in, clock out, no end in sight,

Chasing dreams feels like a fight.

Coffee stains on my worn-out shirt,

Counting down till I'm back in the dirt.

Lunch break’s just a moment of air,

But thoughts of freedom don't seem fair.

Days blend into nights,

Lost in fluorescent lights,

The boss's voice echoes here,

But I’m wishing to disappear.

I’m working my life away,

In this cubicle cage, day after day.

Dreams on the shelf, pushing me down,

Just another cog in the grinding town.

Friends all say, "Just hold on tight,"

But they don’t know the struggle, the fight.

Bills rise higher than my head,

While I’m stuck in a cycle of dread.

Chasing every deadline,

It's a never-ending climb,

But deep inside I know,

There’s a fire I can’t let go.

I’m working my life away,

In this cubicle cage, day after day.

Dreams on the shelf, pushing me down,

Just another cog in the grinding town.

But what if I break these chains?

Turn my back on all these pains?

Take a leap, say goodbye,

To a life of just getting by.

I’m working my life away,

In this cubicle cage, day after day.

Dreams on the shelf, pushing me down,

But I'm breaking free, won't wear this crown.

So here’s to the moments we create,

Away from the grind and the weight of fate.

I’ll find my path, it’s time to sway,

I’m done working my life away.