Lost in a crowd
Like fish in a brook
To people fishing, that’s how it looks
Tiny goldfish milling around
Like mindless slaves
Busily bound

Here we are
All faking our smiles
But really our lives
Are being tossed into files
Into an office
Where we all stay
Ensuring the boss
Will get his way

A step out of line,
And you’re found behind bars
You’re never allowed to reach for the stars
And if you do try
It comes at a price
And the work for the money
Doesn’t look nice

So why do we sit like mindless drones
In front of a screen away from our homes
And if we are home
What time do we spend?
With our own family
To which we must tend

For we spend too much time
On money for rent
Instead of living happily
And having our lives well spent.