Why do you pack your entire soul
Into a daily bag?
Who told you the price of a simple wage
Was everything you have?
You do not have to sell the engine
Just to park the car
The alarm clock rings
You count the toll
You think they want
Your actual soul
You tie your shoes
You dread the door
Like every day
Is a quiet war
But read the ink
Upon the page
You are an actor
On a wooden stage
Drop the heavy weight
Leave the dread behind
They only rent your hands
They cannot touch your mind
Do not guard the past
Let the minutes fade
Step into the street
It is a simple trade
You lease the hours
You keep the day
You do the math
And walk away
They buy your sweat
They buy the time
But your quiet peace
Is not a crime
So play the game
But hold the key
You rent the desk
But you are free
The papers stack
The voices rise
You watch it all
With quiet eyes
You do the work
You feel no pain
You watch the storm
Like a passing train
A sudden rush
A harsh demand
You hold the cards
In your own hand
Drop the heavy weight
Leave the dread behind
They only rent your hands
They cannot touch your mind
Do not guard the past
Let the minutes fade
Step into the street
It is a simple trade
You lease the hours
You keep the day
You do the math
And walk away
They buy your sweat
They buy the time
But your quiet peace
Is not a crime
So play the game
But hold the key
You rent the desk
But you are free
You think they owe them
For the years you spent
But yesterday
Is already sent
Cut the anchor loose
Change the basic frame
It is just a floor
It is just a name
You are the owner
Of your own estate
They just visit you
At the outer gate
You lease the hours
You keep the day
You do the math
And walk away
They buy your sweat
They buy the time
But your quiet peace
Is not a crime
So play the game
But hold the key
You rent the desk
But you are free
The clock strikes five
You leave the seat
You find your rhythm
On the street
A simple trade
A mental peace
You end the day
You end the lease
