The Office Job

Hard wood tables and shiny white floors

Solid blue walls and dull gray doors

Close caption security cameras

Three of four walls closed

Window to the left

Door to the right

Both will set you free

Just not tonight

Tonight you will type till dawn

Holding back a steady yawn

Such a pitifull sight

Working throughout the night

What would they say if they could see you now

Friends and family all watching you bow

Sunlight peeking over the hills

Kissing goodbye to the night.

You can hear them whispering as they watch

Such a strange sight he obeys the time clock

No more surf filled days of sun and life

Fading away typing into the night.