An observer in a work place order
Can see how another routine may distort
Another’s keen sense of orderly motives
Caught in a system one can call a grid of cogs
We as one who form the workforce power
Turn the wheels to move forth in our jobs
One may become dreary of a systematic stale routine
And force ourselves to never stray from the corporate’s regime
In order to survive in a world filled with greed
Reaching a point in our lives such like this
Perhaps it is time to expand your horizon
Beyond the idea of social acceptance
To do what you want, learn what you desire
Free your selves to be what inspires
And when you feel like another cog in the system that we help transpire
Just remember, We are the masters of our life’s fire
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