I wake and get to work on time
Hoping to pay my bills
And keep my dog alive
I lay on the floor
Of a cold and empty corridor
I bathe in the fluorescence
And fade into the light
Do you ever wonder why
You traded our fundamental
Right to barely survive
Is it because an ecclesiastical evermore
Expects you to tithe
Until the day you die
Holding the line
And missing the metaphor
Quietly crying in the
Back room of the store
Holding a candle for your nine-to-five
It's your time to resign
I wake and day breaks from a screen
What's one more subscription
A modest price for dopamine
I move through the door
And walk beyond the sycamores
The calm, warm resolve
Of fading from the shore
Holding the line
And missing the metaphor
Constantly scrolling from
Behind a bathroom door
Holding a candle and it's by design
Means it's time to decide
If you're honest and losing your mind
Maybe you don't yet know
How to leave it all behind so you keep
Holding a candle for your nine-to-five
Until it's time to resign