Friday, 21 September 2012

Rat Race

Dragging along, face down
People rushing past, that familiar sound
High heeled shoes, car doors shutting
Into a machine, lives they're putting.

On and on, the clock ticks slow
Under the halogen blinding glow
The numbers listing, coffee spilling
Six hours to go, there’s no giving.

Smile and nod, know your place
They don’t know who you are, but they know your face
Gossip churning, stomach’s turning
You don’t know the shit your learning

The last hour, this is the worst
If this is forever, my head will burst
Fuck this life, it’s not for me
Get out now, or never be free.

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