When I open my eyes what do I see?
Four walls, two windows and a door
My office
My box
Crated up here for eight hours a day
Another drone
A sheep
Baaa...
Just one in the flock
A name
A number
Periodically awoken from this mind numbing madness
To find an answer that I don’t even understand

I never expected this
To become what I once despised
And succumb to this corporate conformity
Controlled by the conglomerate wills that be
Left as a shell of what once was
Until the clock ever so slowly strikes four
And I am set free from this cell
Shedding the bonds of the professional realm

My life flows back to me
As I venture out of this tomb
That tries to suffocate me
With a breath of fresh air I am revitalized
No longer a tool to all of which I loathe
At least not today
Tomorrow I will be sucked back in again
For another eight hours
Once again reverting to a shell of myself
A prisoner to the corporate world
A sheep
Baaa...