Tick tock tick tock tick tock
That's the inevitable sound
Which brings you back to the ground
As you seek to find
Something in your mind
That is just out of reach
It's the middle of the afternoon
Off to work you will go soon
To a place of dread
time to make the bread
But you won'y be like the others
And turn to stone
You'll make it on your own
Gaze out the window
And see all the life passing by
Wish you were her?
Wish you were him?
Bet they don't haft to work today
Must be nice
Tick tock tick tock tick tock
That's the inevitable sound
Which brings you back to the ground
Co-workers will still be there in a year
This is what you fear
Turning out to be one of them
The dream is to really make it someday
Then look back and say
Nine to five
Barely kept me alive
Didn't turn to stone
I made it on my own
Bosses think they can control you
But they have no clue
To myself I will remian true
And find what I seek
Although the present may appear bleak
Out there somewhere
Lies my special place
A creative space
To be discovered
Find your sanctuary
Then turn the key
Set the chains of nine to five free
Somewhere out there a sanctuary awaits
Until then,
Tick tock tick tock tick tock.......................
