These four walls, and fluorescent lights,
synthetic floors, and corrugated skies.
This is what constitutes a life.
A glass screen, to view others strife,
a set schedule, to insure we don’t fight. This is our life, until the night.
Until we dream, and see sights unseen.
To be remarkable, to be obscene,
to be a king, or a queen.
To feel complete, until the alarm starts to sing.