Daydreams give me freedom
Here clouds hide behind glass
Desks are too often the fate of many
Dying is a never ending class

A cubicle is the mark of adulthood
An office is the mark of the Godly
We work for the reality of someone else’s dream
Slaves to procedures, we are not free

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