Lost In The Cubicle

Lost in the cubicle

Everyday, the day starts

Like a never ending day

Feels like so much of work

But such a tepid reaction from

My Conscience, no Satisfaction.

Lost in the cubicle

Are the dreams of my soul

Finding it's way through

The puzzled walls is my determination.

Just when I try to get out

I found myself in Snafu.

Lost in the cubicle

Is the zeal of life

Here people are not friends

You're on your own,

Always look before you leap

As people are waiting to criticise you.

Lost in the cubicle

Is the reality of people.

They all come here with

Fake personalities, giving you hope

But putting you in flaky situations

You'll be jolted by the

Sudden shift from their team-spirit.

Lost in the cubicle

Is the innocence from eyes

I see what I never wanted to see.

People looking at you with sinister eyes

Will force you to Plummet

Facing the cranky colleagues

Will be rather newfangled

Lost in the cubicle

Is me, my identity

Trying to figure out my goals

Thriving to grow

Slowly moving towards my dream,

I am trying to free myself.