It's all in the mind they say

Hopes and dreams at the end of another day

Clocking in and clocking out is a waster's way to live

We should be thriving and conniving to forge a life of our own

 

It's all well and good 'clocking-in' and 'clocking-out'

But I want to live before time runs out

Watching the clock all day, tick-tocking all the way

What's the point in it all anyway?

 

I sit inside as cars pass-by from A to B

Stuck with thoughts and dreams but no place to be

Clinging on to planned excitement yet to come

It's a wonder if I'll get anything done

 

The future is such a tease on dull days like these

Searching for the button to fast-forward

I hope someone will stop me going too far forward...