Dream
Morning comes at an early hour
A cup of joe and then a quick shower
Out the door into another world
Into another world
Traffic flows into congestion
Morning roll is half digested
Office rules and the cubical game
Names change, but the faces stay the same
They all stay the same
Close and lock the door behind me
Innocence knows that they might find me
Stand in the kitchen with a bottle of blush
Listen to the music and feel the rush
O feel the rush
Scrub the day off in a hot shower
Darkness comes at an easy hour
Look into the mirror and I almost scream
Then I remember it’s all just a dream
It’s all just a dream.