wheelbarrows of apathy sitting beside the white chickens

so much of my life
depends upon
the momentum of others

the sighs and groans
the smiles and moans

pull the plug
or let her recharge

the stars aren't that far?

half baked and caked
is real this date?
monitoring our actions
for others satisifaction

who created the sick office game
of higher ups and lower downs

give me a reason
to never come 'round

as the fall leads
i'm finding adventure
in the breeze
but can't seem to
get strength
in these knobby knees

i don't get paid enough
to watch the sun go down
alongside the executives
when i'm just a pet to them

my plans
my opinions
my aspirations
seem not to matter

they'll settle
for idle
superficial
office chatter

they've more than strecthed fair
it's too bad
that i still care