The lights are buzzing, they’re really far too bright
The phones don’t stop ringing…this just isn’t right
I’m sipping cool tea from a plastic vending cup
There’s too much to do and I want to give up
WATCHING THE CLOCK…
WANTING TO STOP…
Everyone’s breathing in recycled air
Focussed on targets. Not me, I don’t care
I go to the window and look out at the trees
I envy the boughs as they sway in the breeze
I’d rather be swimming, or rolling in the hay
Than wasting my life here, slaving away.
Grass ‘neath my toes and wind in my face
Anything but working in this God-forsaken place.
Please let me out, I just want to be free!
I’m not living my life as it was meant to be!
I’ll delete all my emails, the source of all my ills
I’ll take my packed lunch and run to the hills
Or set light to this office, and send it up a’flame
Then rejoice that no two days will again be the same
I no longer care if we make and sell our goods
These things don’t matter when you’re living in the woods
No spreadsheets, no plans, just sun and moon and cloud!
….Oh, I’m very sorry – have I been thinking this out loud?!
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