Brick built box
In which you dwell
Suburbia dream
Or suburban hell
Sometimes hard to tell
You’ve a desire to scream
A need to yell
But you don’t
Instead you wash your car
You mow your lawn
Fitting in to societies norm
Domesticated like this
Since you were born
Numb in head
Dead within soul
Bought the life you were sold
Like the artwork on your wall
Knew nothing about it at all
Bought it because you were told
It’s what everybody craves
Then one sad, cold, lonely day
When sitting in you little brick prison
You suddenly realise something is missing
You bought the package deal life
A waste of living
A self inflicted crime
Never sought to find what’s inside
An individual spirit
That cannot be denied
A potential there for your light to shine
That you decided
That you should hide
To live the perfect acceptable life
As deemed by society
As it defined
Sold your life and sold your mind
For the pre packaged material lifestyle.