It’s the same thing every day
Go to work in my case by train
I travel an hour each day
Feeling I am somehow in chains
To the routine so mundane
I need to breakaway
But it’s not easy in a life where we have earn money to exist
And so we sell our selves and our souls to this
Doing what we can just trying to get by
Simply striving to survive
I am hatching an escape plan
But I am foiled at each twist and turn
I try hard to learn
Where it is I am going wrong
Maybe it’s where I belong
But I don’t believe I was born to work, pay bills and die
Surely this is not how my life will be defined
But if I do not break out
If I do not change things
This is how it’s going to be
And so I need to break free
And I am trying hard believe me
Maybe one day I will get lucky.
fauxcroft 
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