My bored mind looks for something to do
And I decide to step into a third person’s shoe
I look at myself from a distance
With mirth and pity at what I’ve turned in.

Spending 9 hours of the day in the closed walls of my cube
I look quite silly staring at the tube
While the warm sun shines outdoors with vigor
I sit clueless with no windows to peer.

Another day goes by, another life faked
Every single minute is too much to take
I yawn to heart’s glory while they speak about claims
How they should log and how they should adjudicate.

I had dreams of traveling the world
Living by the sea and risking love
Being the master of my domain
But here I am, a prisoner in my own reign.