Office poem

Dust and Bone, what's your throne?

your wicked games,

give away your sorrow,

we''ll leave the city one day,

 

Too many unknown roads

are waiting to hit your steps.

i don't need your castles

and the boring food.

 

My best is sky above me,

rain is here to fresh the grass

it's a little bit illigal watch me

from your stooped world

 

Yoo're here to live your own life

and forevermore

i say, be yourself and think your own

don't be silly office clown

 

I know you want to make some money

but boss will tell to fuck off, one day

and he don't care about your future

So think again what your deserve.