Early mists of dawn, drift pass
Amongst the off to work motor cars
Stead fast soldiers off to their offices
Lies coming from all their orifices
Wired plugs in ears, blaring I-Tunes
Feet patter on concrete dunes
Shuttling trains on tracks
Taking the daggers for our backs
Clock watching, eyes bulging
Mind games with metallic electronics
Passes quicker with lunchtime Gin and Tonics
Then like a sand timer restarted
We join the broken hearted
Sleep gives us respite, shorter than we need
Just enough time for us to breath
Just enough to stay alive
In this world of 9-5.