grey life

i remember the morning
that i went for that top button
no!
don't do it!
uh-oh!
here he goes!
and doing the unthinkable
buttoned it

a work whore
pussy-whipped by corporate america
another artistic spirit who has given in
shipped off
sold out
at least for the time being...

i remember the morning
that i went for that top button
what i don't remember
as clearly
is the morning
that it no longer seemed unnatural
to do so

course of life
undetermined
destiny
unclear
but what i do right now
is not who i am
by any means

so, push your papers
push them hard
but shed no tears
when they push back

paper cuts are a part of life

and while you're at it
scream your heart out
scream
and shout
because when you do
the world
uncomfortably
pretends it doesn't hear

i take my hat off to you
men and women
of the three piece suit
the sensible shoes
and the 9 to 5

that summer home
and company car
will never make up
for working in a cage
pushing the papers
pushing the papers
pushing the papers

not in my book anyway

most roads lead to good
if traveled with good intentions
i traveled this path
and my road leads somewhere else