As i sit on an office chair, feeling confined
i feel i gotta take life one day at a time
lining up for the rat race
but yet i fell that i haven't been born
yet still all the other cats chase
while I'm just trying to get my foot in the door
I'm trying to get up that ladder, but i got both feet tied
I'm trying to make people happier, so Ive become accustomed to lies
of course i, would love to use my foresight and make a means to the end
but I'm forced by, my short sight, to make the same mistakes again
now i toss and turn
lying in my bed feeling confined
dreaming for what i yearn,
hoping i can start again one day at a time
I have posted this poem on a few sites
