The Corporate Job

Every day is the same, nothing memorable, all mundane. Sometimes I take my mind off by going out for drinks, Or pass my time on Twitter, seeing what everyone thinks, And sometimes I go to a therapist, just to check if I’m still sane. But then there are the days, which I spend working in a small cubicle. Dreaming of days spent by the beach, Or trekking the mountains, that right now look so out of reach. It’s when I daydream, that I feel my world is so fickle. When did I become this corporate slave, trapped in concrete? I was supposed to be chasing my dreams, Traveling, writing, climbing hills, or just sitting by the stream. But instead, I work long hours and for an owner, I’ll probably ne...View all